cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice: but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illumineth the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm: and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of sherris: So that skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it a-work and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,-to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack. Enter BARDOLPH. How now, Bardolph? Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone. Fal. Let them go. I'll through Gloucestershire; and there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire: I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come away. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. WESTMINSTER. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY, WARWICK, and others. [end K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give successful To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, We will our youth lead on to higher fields, And draw no swords but what are sanctified. Our navy is address'd, our power collected, Our substitutes in absence well invested, And every thing lies level to our wish: War. Both which, we doubt not but your majesty Shall soon enjoy. K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster, Where is the prince your brother? P. Humph. I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor. K. Hen. And how accompanied? P. Humph. I do not know, my lord. K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in presence here. Cla. What would my lord and father? K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of How chance, thou art not with the prince thy brother? Of mediation, after I am dead, Between his greatness and thy other brethren :- Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends; Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love. Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the language, "Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd, By which his grace must meet the lives of others; [comb K. Hen. "Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her In the dead carrion.-Who's here? Westmoreland? Enter WESTMORELAND. West. Health to my sovereign! and new happiness Added to that that I am to deliver! Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand: K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news. Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty ; The earl Northumberlaud, and the lord Bardolph, This packet, please it you, contains at large. [me sick? Cla. [Swoons. O, my royal father! West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up! War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits Are with his highness very ordinary. Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well. Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs; The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in, Say, it did so, a little time before That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. [They convey the King into an inner Part of the Room, and place him on a Bed. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit. War. Call for the music in the other room. P. Hen. Enter PRINCE HENRY. Who saw the duke of Clarence? Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none How doth the king? P. Humph. Exceeding ill. P. Hen. Tell it him. [abroad! Heard he the good news yet? P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. With joy, he will recover without physic. War. Not so much noise, my lords:-sweet prince, The king, your father, is dispos'd to sleep. [speak low; Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room, |