Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits, [Putting it on his head. Which God shall guard; and put the world's whole strength Into one giant arm, it shall not force This lineal honour from me. This from thee K. HEN. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence! CLA. Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. Doth the king call? WAR. What would your majesty? How fares your grace? Who undertook to sit and watch by you. K. HEN. The prince of Wales? where is he? let me see him: He is not here.† WAR. This door is open; he is gone this way. [Exit. P. HUMPH. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. K. HEN. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? WAR. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. K. HEN. The prince hath ta'en it hence:-go, seek him out. Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose My sleep my death? Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. [Exil WARWICK. This part of his conjoins with my disease, And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you are! How quickly nature falls into revolt, When gold becomes her object! For this, the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thought, their brains with care, Their bones with industry; For this, they have engrossed and pil'd up The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; The virtuous sweets; Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste Yields his engrossments to the ending father. Re-enter WARWICK. Now, where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?a WAR. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; (*) First folio, heaven. (†) First folio omits, he is not here. "Till his friend sickness' hands," &c. Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?-] Hath ended me. reads: The quarto (1) First folio, sleepes. With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, K. HEN. But wherefore did he take away the crown? Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry :- [Exeunt CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY, Lords, &c. P. HEN. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. HEN. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Is held from falling with so weak a wind, Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours, Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not, Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; ear, What! can'st thou not forbear me half an hour? Only compound me with forgotten dust; Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: (*) First folio, thy. (†) First folio, Henry. For the fifth Harry, from curb'd licence plucks O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! P. HEN. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending, Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold. Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, Preserving life in medicine potable:a But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, Accusing it, I put it on my head; To try with it, as with an enemy, my father,― But if it did infect my blood with joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; Did, with the least affection of a welcome, Let Godt for ever keep it from my head! (*) First folio, most. (1) First folio, the. (†) First folio, Heaven. [Kneeling. Med'cine potable:] In allusion to the once prevalent notion that a solution of gold was the "sovereign'st thing on earth" for bodily ailments, and that "the incorruptibility of the metal might be communicated to the body impregnated with it." And make me as the poorest vassal is, That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! K. HEN. O my son! Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, * That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed, And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son, I met this crown; and I myself know well, For all the soil of the achievement goes It seem'd in me, But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand; And I had many living, to upbraid My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, So thou the garland wear'st successively. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends, By whose fell working I was first advanc'd, To lead out many to the Holy Land; Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look (*) First folio, joyne. All these bold fears,-] "Fear," Johnson says, "is here used in the active sense, for that which causes fear." Fears are objects of fear; but, by these "bold fears," may be meant," bold feers," that is, allies or companions, in the same sense that we apprehend the king uses the word in Act I. Sc. 3, of the first portion of this play : "Shall we buy treason? and indent with feers." b Was purchas'd,-] Gained by force. Purchase, with our old writers, was obliquely used in the sense of goods obtained by dishonest means, or at least by might rather than right. And all thy friends,-] Tyrwhitt conjectured we should read "my friends," but there is still a difficulty, as the king is recommending the prince to ingratiate himself with persons whom he tells us immediately afterwards, he has cut off. Monck Mason, for "I cut them off," would therefore print "I cut some off." With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me: Enter PRINCE JOHN of LANCASTER, WARWICK, Lords, and others. From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight, My worldly business makes a period. Where is my lord of Warwick? P. HEN. My lord of Warwick! K. HEN. Laud be to God!*-even there my life must end. (4) I should not die but in Jerusalem; Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land: But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt. ACT V. A Hall in Shallow's House. SCENE I.-Gloucestershire. Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. SHAL. By cock and pye, (1) sir,† you shall not away to-night. What, Davy, I say! FAL. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. SHAL. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused.-Why, Davy! DAVY. Here, sir. Enter DAVY. SHAL. Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy;-let me see, (*) First folio, heaven. (†) First folio omits, sir. |