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Your brother thus : so fought the noble Douglas : Being sick, have in some measure made me well ; Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds: And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire Ending with-brother, son, and all are dead. Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, · Mor. Douglas is living, and your brother, yet : Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with But, for my lord, your son,
Why, he is dead. Are thrice themselves : hence, therefore, thou See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
nice crutch; He that but fears the thing he would not know, A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, Hath, by instinct, knowledge from others' eyes, Must glove this hand : and hence, thou sickly That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet, speak,
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Tell thou thy earl his divination lies;
Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit, And I will take it as a sweet disgrace,
Now bind my brows with iron : And approach And make thee rich for doing me such wrong. The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring,
Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid: To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain. Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not Nature's hand North. Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die ! dead.
And let the world no longer be a stage I see a strange confession in thine eye :
To feed contention in a lingering act; Thou shak’st thy head; and hold'st it fear, or sin, But let one spirit of the first-born Cain To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set The tongue offends not that reports his death : On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And he doth sin that doth belie the dead; And darkness be the burier of the dead! Not he, which says the dead is not alive.
[I'ra. This strained passion doth you wrong, Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
Of wounds, and scars ; and that his forward spirit Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd: Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
Yet did you say, -Go forth; and none of this, L. Bard. I cannot think, my lord, your son is Though strongly apprehended, could restrain dead.
The stiff-borne action : What hath ihen befallen, Mor. I am sorry I should force you to believe Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, That which I would to Heaven I had not seen : More than that being which was like to be ? But these mine eyes saw him in a bloody state, L. Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, Rendering faint quittance, wearied and out. Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, breath'd,
That if we wrought out life, 'was ten to one: To Henry Monmouth ; whose swift wrath beat | And yet we rentur'd, for the gain propos'd down
Chok'd the respect ot likely peril fear'd; The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
| And, since we are o'erset, venture again. From whence with life he never more sprung up Come, we will all put forth; body and goods. In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire
Mor. 'Tis more than time: And, my most noble Even to the dullest peasant in his camp)
With well-appointed powers; he is a man,
Who with a double surety binds his followers, Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. My lord, your son had only but the corps, And as the thing that's heavy in itself,
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight; Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed ; For that same word, rebellion, did divide So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
The action of their bodies from their souls ; Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, As men drink potions; that their weapons only Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safely, Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, Fly from the field ; Then was that noble Worcester This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot, As fish are in a pond : But now the bishop The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Turns insurrection to religion : Had three times slain the appearance of the king, Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts, Fled, and in his flight was took. The sum of all He's follow'd both with body and with mind; ls, that the king hath won; and hath sent out And doth enlarge his rising with the blood A speedy power to encounter you, my lord, Of fair King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones : Under the conduct of young Lancaster,
Derives from Heaven his quarrel, and his cause; And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. Tells them, he doth bestride a bleeding land, North. For this I shall have time enough to Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; mourn.
And more and less do flock to follow him, In poison there is physic; and these news,
North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak Having been well, that would have made me sick,
This present grief had wip'd it from my mind. l(Indeed the instant action, a cause on foot)
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
| We see the appearing buds ; which, to prove fruit, Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed; Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair Never so few, nor never yet more need. [Exeunt. That frost will bite them.
Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair SCENE.- A Room in the Archbishop's Palace,
Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd Enter ARCHBISHOP, HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and The utmost man of expectation; BARDOLPH.
I think we are a body strong enough, Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and Even as we are, to equal with the king. know our means;
L. Bard. What! is the king but five-and-twenty And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
thousand ? Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes :
Hast. To us no more ; nay, not so much, Lord And first, lord marshal, what say you to it ?
Are in three heads; one power against the French,
Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file With hollow poverty and emptiness. To five-and-twenty thousand men of choice;
Let us on; And our supplies live largely in the hope
And publish the occasion of our arms. Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, With an incensed fire of injuries.
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited : L. Bard. The question, then, Lord Hastings, An habitation giddy and unsure standeth thus ;
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Whether our present five-and-twenty thousand O thou fond many! with what loud applause May hold up head without Northumberland. Didst thou beat Heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, Hast. With him, we may.
Before he was what thou would have him be! L. Bard.
Ay, marry, there's the point. And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, i But if without him we be thought too feeble, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, My judgment is, we should not step too far That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. Till we had his assistance by the hand :,
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge . For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this,
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard ; Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, Of aids incertain, should not be admitted. And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these Arch. 'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph ; for, in
times ? indeed,
They that when Richard liv'd would have him die, It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Are now become enamour'd on his grave: L. Bard. It was, my lord; who lin’d himself Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, with hope,
When through proud London he came sighing on Eating the air on promise of supply,
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke, Flattering himself with project of a power
Criest now, “O earth, yield us that king again, Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts : And take thou this !” O thoughts of men accurs'd! And so, with great imagination,
Past, and to come, seem best; things present, Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,
worst. And winking, leap'd into destruction,
Mou'b. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set Hast. But, by your leave, it never get did hurt,
on To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids L. Bard. Yes ;-if this present quality of war
ACT II. SCENE. - A Room in NORTHUMBERLAND's Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no Palace.
more: Enter Lady N. and Lady PERCY, his daughter- Do what you will ; your wisdom be your guide. in-law.
North. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; North. I prithee, loving wife, and gentle And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. daughter,
Lady P. O, yet, for Heaven's sake, go not to Give even way unto my rough affairs :
these wars! Put not you on the visage of the times,
The time was, father, that you broke your word, And be, like them, to Percy troublesome. · When you were more endeared to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear | With new lamenting ancient oversights.
But I must go, and meet with danger there;
0, fly to Scotland, There were two honours lost; yours, and your Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, son's.
| Have of their puissance made a little taste. For yours, may heavenly glory brighten it! Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the For his, it stuck upon him, as the sun In the grey vault of heaven : and, by his light, - | Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, Did all the chivalry of England move
To make strength stronger : but, for all our loves, To do brave acts. And him,- wondrous, First let them try themselves : So did your son ! O miracle of meu !-him did you leave
He was so suffer'd : so came I a widow ; (Second to none, unseconded by you),
And never shall have length of life enough, To look upon the hideous god of war
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, In disadvantage; to abide a field,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name For recordation to my noble husband. Did seem defensible :-80 you left him :
North. Come, come, go in with me ; 'tis with Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong,
Till time and vantage crave my company.
[Exeunt. Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from me,
SCENE.--- A Room in the Palace. King HENRY, To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; on a couch, a Page in attendance.
And, in the calmest and most stillest night, K. Hen. Go, call the Earls of Surrey and of With all appliances and means to boot, Warwick;
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low-lie down! But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
letters, And well consider of them : Make good speed.
Enter WARWICK and SURREY. [Exit Page.
War. Many good-morrows to your majesty! How many thousands of my poorest subjects
K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords ! at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, I War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past. Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
K. Hen. Why, then, good morrow to you all, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
good lords. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ?
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
War. We have, my liege. Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
| How foul it is; what rank diseases grow, Under the canopies of costly state,
And with what danger, near the heart of it. And lulld with sounds, of sweetest melody?
War. It is but as a body yet distemper'd, O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,
Which to his former strength may be restor’d, In loathsome beds ; and leav'st the kingly couch, With good advice and little medicine : A watch-case, or a common 'larum-bell ?
My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool’d. Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
K. Hen. 0 Heaven ! that one might read the Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
book of fate; In cradle of the rude imperial surge,
And see the revolution of the times; how chances And in the visitation of the winds,
mock, Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
And changes fill the cup of alteration Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them with divers liquors ! O, if this were seen, With deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds, The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, That, with the hurly, * death itself awakes ?
What perils past, what crosses to ensue, Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose | Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.] * Hurly means noise.
'Tis not ten years gone
Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, | And weak beginnings, lie intreasured.
That great Northumberland, then false to him, And laid his love and life under my foot :
Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness, Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, | Which should not find a ground to root upon, Gave him defiance. But which of you was by Unless on you. (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember),
K. Hen. Are these things then necessities?
[To WAR. Then let us meet them like necessities : When Richard, with his eye brimfull of tears, And that same word even now cries out on us : Then check’d and rated by Northumberland, - They say, the bishop and Northumberland Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy? Are fifty thousand strong. “ Northumberland, thou Jadder, by which
It cannot be, my lord; My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;''- Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, Though then, Heaven knows, I had no such intent, The numbers of the feared; Please it your grace But that necessity so bow'd the state,
To go to bed ; upon my life, my lord, That I and greatness were compeli'd io kiss : | The powers that you already have sent forth, “ The time shall come," thus did he follow it, Shall bring this prize in very easily. “ The time will come, that foul sin, gathering To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd head,
A certain instance that Glendower is dead. Shall break into corruption :"_s0 went on, Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill; Foretelling this same time's condition,
And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add And the division of our amity.
Unto your sickness. War. There is a history in all men's lives, K. Hen. I will take your counsel : Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : And, were these inward wars once out of hand, The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. With a near aim, of the main chance of things
(Exeunt. As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds,
SCENE.—Westminster, a Room in the Palace. That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion,
(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in), Cla. What would my lord and father?
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of As aconitum, or rash ginpowder. Clarence.
Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love. How chance thou art not with the prince thy K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, brother?
Thomas ? He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. Thou hast a better place in his affection
K. Hen. And how accompanied ? canst thou tell Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy;
that? And noble offices thou mayst effect
Cla. With Poins, and other, his continual fol. Of mediation, after I am dead,
lowers. Between his greatness and thy other brethren: K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; Therefore, omit him not; blunt not his love: And he, the noble image of my youth, Nor lose the good advantage of his grace, Is overspread with them : Therefore my grief By seeming cold, or careless of his will,
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death ; For he is gracious, if he be observed ;**
The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
In forms imaginary, the unguided days,
And rotten tinies, that you shall look upon,
For when bis headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, His temper, therefore, must be well observød ; When means and lavish manners meet together, Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, 0, with what wings shall his affections fy When you perceive his blood inclin’d to mirth: Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay ! But, being moody, give him line and scope ;
Enter HARCOURT. Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Har. From enemies Heaven keep your majesty : Thomas,
| And, wben they stand against you, may they fall And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends; As those that I am come to tell you of? A boop of gold, to bind thy brothers in ;
The Earl of Northumberland, and the Lord Bar* If he has attention shown him,
With a great power of English and of Scots,
Re-enter the PRINCES. Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
K. Hen. Where is the crown? Who took it The manner and true order of the fight,
from my pillow! This packet, please it you, contains at large.
Glou. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it K. Hen. And wherefore should this good news
here. make me sick ?
K. Hen. The prince must have ta’en it hence ; Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
Go, seek him out, and chide him hither.
Re-enter the PRINCE,
[Exeunt ClareNCE, Prince HUMPHREY, I should rejoice now at this happy news;
Lords, sc. And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy :- P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. O me! come near me, now I am much ill.
K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that [Swoons.
thought; P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty !
I stay too long for thee, I weary thee.
O my royal father ! Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, P. Humph. This apoplexy will, certain, be his That thou wilt needs invest“ thee with mine end.
honours · K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish vouth! hence
Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm Into some other chamber; softly, pray.
of the room, and place him on a bed. Is held from falling with so weak a wind, Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends ; That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. Unless some dull and favourable hand
Thou hast stol’n that, which, after some few hours, Will whisper niusic to my weary spirit.
Were thine without offence; and, at my death, War. Call for the music in the other room. Thon bast seal'd up my expectation :* K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. Thy life did manifest thou lov'dst me not. Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. And thou wilt have me die assured of it. War. Less noise, less noise.
[Exeunt. Thou bid'st a thousan i daggers in thy thoughts ;
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, Enter Prince Henry.
To stab at half an hour of my life. D P.Hen. Why doth the crown lie there upon his o why doth the crown lie there non bis What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour ? pillow,
| Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thyself; Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, O polish'd perturbation! golden care !
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. That keep'st the ports* of slumber open wide
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse : To many a watchful night !-sleep with it now!
| Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head: Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
Only compound me with forgotten dust;
Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. As he, whose brow, with homely biggin bound,
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form.
Harry the fifth is crown'd :-Up, vanity! That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence, There lies a downy feather which stirs not:
And to the English court assemble now, Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
ti ņģēti\/2\/2\/2Ẹ– Â?Â2Ò2ÂòÂ2Ò2Â2Ò2ÂòÂ Perforce must move. My gracious lord ! my
Now, neiglabour confines, purge you of your scum.
Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, father! This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,
Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit Tbat froin this golden rigol bath divorc'd
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways So many English kings. Thy due, from me,
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall double gild his treble guilt:
England shall give bim office, honour, might: Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks My due, from thee, is this imperial crown ;
| The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent.
O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows ! Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
[Putting it on his head. What wilt thou do when riot is thy care ? Which Heaven shall guard : And put the world's
Uslo, thou wilt be a wilderness again, whole strength Into one giant arm, it shall not force
| Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants ! This lineal honour from me: This from thee
P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.
(Kneeling. [Exu. The moist impediments unto my speech, K. Hen. Warwick! Gloucester !
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
• Confirmed my opinion.