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come.

Bat this is mere digression from my purpose.
Here come I from our princely general,

To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace,
That he will give you audience: and wherein
It shall appear that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them; every thing set off,
That might so much as think you enemies.

Mow. But he bath forc'd us to compel this offer; And it proceeds from policy, not love.

West. Mowbray, you overween to take it so;
This offer comes from merey, not from fear:
For, lo! within a ken, our army lies;
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armour all as strong, onr cause the best ;
Then reason wills, our hearts should be as good :-
Say you not then, our offer is compell’d.

Mow. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley. West. That argues but the shame of your offence: A rotten case abides no handling.

Hast. Hath the prince John a full commission,
In very ample virtue of his father,
To hear, and absolutely to determine
Of what conditions we shall stand upon?

West. That is intended in the general's name:
I muse you make so slight a question.
Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this

schedule;
For this contains our general grievances :-
Each several article herein redress'd;
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinew'd to this action,
Aequitted by a true substantial form ;
And present execution of our wills
To us, and to our purposes, consign'd;
We come within our awful banks again,
And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
West. This will I shew the general. Please you,

lords,
In sight of both our battles we may meet :
And either end in peace, which heaven so frame!
Ot to the place of difference call the swords
Which must decide it.
Arch.

My lord, we will do so.

[Exit Westmoreland. Mow. There is a thing within my bosom, tells me, That no conditions of our peace can stand.

llast. Fear you not that : if we can make our peace
Upon such large terms, and so absolute,
As our conditions shall consist upon,
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.,

Mow. Ay, but our valuation shall be such,
That every slight and false derived cause,
Yen, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,
Shall, to the king, taste of this actioo :
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind,
That even our corn shall seer as light as chaff,
And good from bad find no partition.

Arch. No, no, my lord; note this,-the king is weary
Of dainty and such picking grievances :
For he hath found, -to end one doubt by death,
Revives two greater in the heirs of life.
And therefore will he wipe his tables clean;
And keep no tell-tale to his memory,
That may repeat and history his loss
To new remembrance: For full well he knows,
He cannot so precisely weed this land,

As his misdoubts present occasion :
His foes are so enrooted with his friends,
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.
So that this land, like an offensive wife,
That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes,
As he is striking, holds his infant up,
And hangs resolvd correction in the arın
That was upreard to execution.

Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
On late offenders, that he now doth lack
The very instruments of chastisement :
So that bis power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer, but not hold.
Arch.

'Tis very true;-
And therefore be assurd, my good lord marshall,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Oar peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.
Mow.

Be it so.
Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland.

Re-enter Westmoreland. Hest. The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your

lordship, To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? Mow. Your grace of York in God's name then set

forward. Arch. Before, and greet his grace :-My lord, we

[E.xeunt. SCENE II.- Another Part of the Forest. Enter, from

one side, Mowbray, the Archbishop, Hastings, and others; from the other side, Prince John, of Lancaster, Westmoreland, Officers, and Attendants. P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin

Mowbray:Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;And so to you, lord Hastings,-and to all.My lord of York, it better show'd with you, When that your flock, assembled by the bell, Encircled you, to bear with reverence Your exposition on the holy text; Than now to see you here an iron man, Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, Turning the word to sword, and life to death. That man, that sits within a monarch's heart, And ripens in the sunshine of his favour, Would he abuse the countenance of the king, Alack, what mischiefs might be set abroach, In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop, It is even so -Who hath not heard it spoken, How deep you were within the books of God? To us, the speaker in his parliament; To us, the imagin'd voice of God himself; The very opener, and intelligencer, Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven, And our dull workings: 0, who shall believe, But you misuse the reverence of your place; Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, As a false favourite cloth his prince's name, In deeds dishonourable? You have taken up. Under the counterfeited zeal of God, The subjects of his substitute, my father ; And, both against the peace of heaven and him, Have here up-swarmd them.

Good my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace: But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, The time misorder'd doth, in common sense, Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous form,

Arch.

Arch.

Go, good lord Hasting, And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

[Exit Hastings. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night to gether.

Re-enter Westrnoreland.
-Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

West. The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
P. John. They know their duties.

Re-enter Hastings. Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already : Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses East, west, north, south ; or, like a school broke up, Each harries toward his home, and sporting-place.

West. Good tidings, my lord Hastings; for the which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason :-
And you, lord archbishop,--and you, lord Mowbray,
of capital treason I attach you both.

Mow. Is this proceeding just and honourable ?
West. Is your assembly so?
Arch. Will you thus break your faith?
P. John.

I pawnd the pone :
I promis'd you redress of these same grievances,
Whereof you did complain : which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most christian care.
But, for you, rebels,-look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence-
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatterkl stray;
Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought today.-
Some guard these traitors to the block of death ;
Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath. (Exeuni.

To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief;
The which bath been with scorn shov'd from the court,
Whereon this Hydra son of war is bom:
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep,
With grant of our most just and right desires;
And true obedience of this madness curd,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Mow. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.
Hast.

And though we here fall down,
We have supplies to second our attempt ;
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them :
And so, success of mischief shall be born ;
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up,
Whiles England shall have generation.
P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too

shallow, To sound the bottom of the after-times.

West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them directly, How far forth you do like their articles ?

P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well: And swear here by the honour of my blood, My father's purposes have been mistook ; And some about bim have too lavishly Wrested his meaning, and authority. My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, Discharge your powers unto their several counties, As we will ours: and here, between the arinies, Let's drink together friendly, and embrace ; That all their eyes may bear those tokens home, of our restored love, and amity.

Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses.

P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word And thereupon I drink unto your grace. Hast. Go, captain, (To an Officer.] and deliver to

the army This news of peace; let them have pay, and part: I know, it will well please them ; hie uree, captain.

[Exit Officer. Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. West. I pledge your grace: And, if you knew what

pains
I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely: but my love to you
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Arch. I do not doubt you.
West.

I am glad of it.-
Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray.

Mow. You wish me health in very happy season ; For I am, on the sudden, something ill.

Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry; But heaviness foreruns the good event.

West. Therefore, be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow Serves to say thus,-Some good thing comes to-morrow.

Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.
Mow. So much the worse, if your own rule be true.

[Shouts within. P. John. The word of peace is renderd; Hark, how

they shout!
Mow. This had been cheerful, after victory.

Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest ;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party luser.
P. John.

Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged to0.- [Exit West.
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
Mareh by us ; that we may peruse the inen
We should have cop'd withal.

SCENE III.- Another part of the Forest. Alarums;

Excursions. Enter Falstaff and Colevile, meeting.

Fal. What's your name, sir? of wliat condition are you; and of what place, I pray?

Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is-Colevile of the dale.

Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight is your degree; and your place, the dale: Colevile shall still be your name; a traitor your degree; and the dungeon your place,-a place deep enough; so shall you still be Colevile of the dale.

Colc. Are not you sir John Falstaff?

Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. Do je yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? If I do sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep for the death :therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do obseriance to my mercy.

Cole. I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in that thought, yield me.

Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name. An I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe : Ms womb, my womb, my womb undocs mer - Here comes our general. Enter Prince Johm of Lancaster, Westmoreland, and

others. P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now ;Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.Now, Falstaff, where bave you been all this while? When every thing is ended, then you come: These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, One time or other break some gnllows' back

[E.rit Test.

Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus; which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, forI never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward | getive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a which delivered o'er to the voice, (the tongue.) which bullet ? have I, in my poor and old motion, the expedi- || is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second pro tion of thought? I have speeded hither with the very || perty of your excellent sherris is the warming of the extremest inch of possibility; I have foundered nine | blood; which, before cold and settled, left the liver score and odd posts: and here, travel-mainted as I am, white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken sir || and cowardice: but the sherris warms it, and makes John Colevile of the dale, a most furious knight, and it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It valorous enemy: But what of that? he saw me, and illumineth the face; which, as a beacon, gives wartyielded ; that I may justly say with the hook-nosed | ing to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm: fellow of Rome, I came, saw, and overcame. and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits,

P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your de- muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, serving.

and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courFal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield him: age; and this valour comes of sherris: So that skill in and, I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the rest the weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it of this day's deeds ; or, by the lord, I will have it in a a-work : and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a particular ballad else, with min own picture on the top devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. of it, Colevile kissing my foot: To the which course if Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant: for the I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt two-peno- | cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he es to me; and I, in the clear sky of fame, o'ershine you hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husas much as the full moon doth the cinders of the ele- || banded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drink. ment, which show like pins' beads to her; believe not ling good, and good store of fertile sherris ; that he is the word of the noble: Therefore let me bave right, become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand and let desert mount.

sons, the first human principle I would teach them, P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount.

should be,-to forswear thin potations, and addict Fal. Let it shine then.

themselves to sack. P. Johti. Thine's too thick to shine.

Enter Bardolph, Fal. Let it do something, my good lord, that may do How now, Bardolph ? me good, and call it what you will.

Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone. P. John. Is thy name Colevile?

Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and Cole. It is, my lord.

there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire: I P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.

have him already tempering between my finger and Fal. And a famous true subject took him.

my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters are,

away.

[Exeunt. "That led me hither: had they been ruld by me, You should have won them dearer than you have. SCENE IV.-Westminster. A Room in the Palace.

Fal. I know not how they sold themselves: but thou, Enter King Henry, Clarence, Prince Humphrey, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and I thank Warwick, and others. thee for thee.

K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give successful Re-enter Westmoreland.

end P. John. Now, have you left pursuit?

To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates, And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
To York, to present execution :-

Our navy is address’d, our power collected,
Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. Our substitutes in absence well invested,

[Exeunt some with Colevile. And every thing lies level to our wish: And now despatch we toward the court, my lords ; Only, we want a little personal strength ; I hear, the king my father is sore sick:

And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot, Our news shall go before us to his majesty,–

Come underneath the yoke of government. Which, cousin, you shall bear, to comfort him ;

War. Both which, we doubt not but your majesty And we with sober speed will follow you.

Shall soon enjoy. Fel. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to go

K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster, through Glostershire: and, when you come to court,

Where is the prince your brother? stand my good lord, 'pray, in your good report. P. Humph. I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord, at

P.John. Fare you well, Falstaff: 1, in my condition, Windsor.
Shall better speak of you than you deserve. [Exit. K. Hen. And how accompanied ?
Fol. I would, you had but the wit; 'twere better P. Humph.

I do not know, my lord. than your dukedom.-Good faith, this same young K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man can with him? not make bim laugh ;-but that's no marvel, he drinks P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in presence here. no wine. There's never any of these demure boys Cla. What would my lord and father? come to any proof: for thin drink doth so overcool K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clatheir blood, and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sickness ; and then, when How chance, thou art not with the prince thy brother? they marry, they get wenches ; they are generally fools He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; and cowards ;-which some of us should be too, but for Thou hast a better place in bis affection, iuflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two-fola | Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy; operution in it. It ascends me into the brain; dries And poble offices thou may'st effect Due there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours of mediation, after I am dend,

rence.

With every course, in his particular.

K. Hen. 0 Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the launch of winter sings The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.

Enter Harcourt. Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty ; And, when they stand against you, may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of! The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, With a great power of English, and of Scots, Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown: The manner and true order of the fight, This packet, please it you, contains at large. K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news

make me sick ?
Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food,-
Such are the poor, in health ; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach, --such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news ;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy :-
O me! come near me, now I am much ill. [Streens.

P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty!
Cla. O my royal father!
West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, books

up!

Between his greatness and thy other brethren :-
Therefore, omit him not; blunt not his love:
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace,
By seeming cold, or careless of his will.
For he is gracious, if he be observd;
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity:
Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint;
As humorous as winter, and as sudden
As flaws congeale) in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observd:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth:
But, being inoody, give him line and scope ;
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this,

Thomas,
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends;
A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in;
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion,
(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in,)
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love.
K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him,

Thomas?
Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London.
K. Hen. And how accompanied ? can’st thou tell

that? Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers.

K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;
And he, the noble image of my youth,
Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death ;
The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape,
In forms imaginary, the unguided days,
And rotten times, that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
0, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!

War. My gracious lor:d, 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,
Your highness knows, comes to no further use;
But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms,
The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers : and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,
By whích his grace must mete the lives of others ?
Turning past evils to advantages.
K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her

comb 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 : Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, Are brought to the correction of your law; There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd, But peace puts forth her olive every where. The manner how this action hath been borne, Here at more leisure may your bigliness read;

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 pangi
The incessant care and labour of his mind
Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in,
So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.

P. Humph. The people fear me ; for they do observe i
Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature:
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over

Cla. The river bath thrice flow'd, no ebb between:
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say, it did so a little time before
That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died

War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers
P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be bis enda

K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray. [They convey the King into an inner part of the

room, and plare him en a bolo
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.
K. Hon. Set me the crown upon my pillow bere
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
War. Less noise, less noise.

Enter Prince Henry.
P. Hen. Who saw the duke of Clarence?
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none 2.

broad!
How doth the king ?

P. Humph. Exceding ill.
P. Hen.

Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him.

P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.

P. Hen. If he be sick
With joy, he will recover without plysie.

War. Not so mucki doise, my lords :-sweet prince Their sons with arts, and marshal exercises : speak low;

then, like the bee, tolling from every flower The king your father is disposid to sleep.

The virtuous sweets; Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.

Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, War. Will't please your grace to go along with us? We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, P. Nen. No; I will sit and watch here by the king. Are murderd for our pains. This bitter taste

[Exeunt all but Prince Henry. | Yield his engrossments to the ending father.Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,

Roenter Warwick Being so troublesome a bed-fellow?

Now, where is he that will not stay so long polish'd perturbation ! golden care !

Till his frtend sickness hath determind me? That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide

War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, To many a watchful night !--sleep with it now!

Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,

With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
As be, whose brow, with homely biggin bound,

That tyranny, which never quaft'd but blood,
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty !
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit

Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife

With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither, Like a rich armour worn in beat of day,

K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown? That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:

Re-enter Prince Henry. Did he suspire, that light and weightless down

Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry Parforce must move.—My gracious lord ! my father ! || Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. -This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,

[Excunt Cla. P. Humph. Lords, 6c. That from this golden rigol hath divore'd

P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. So niany English kings. Thy due, from me,

K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that Istars, and heavy sorrows of the blood ;

thought : Whiela nature, love, and filial tenderness,

I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously :

Dost thon so hunger for my empty chair, My due, from thee, is this imperial crown;

That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honourg Whicb, as immediate from thy place and blood, Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,

Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee.

[Putting it on his hend. | Stay but a liule; for my cloud of dignity Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's whole Is held from falling with so weak a wind, strength

That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. Into one giant arm, it shall not force

Thou hast stol'n that which, after some few hours 'This livral luonour from me: This from thee

Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Wall I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exil. Thou hast seal'd up my expectation :
K. Hen. Waru iek! Gloster! Clarence!

Thy life did manifest, thou lov'd'st me not,
Roenter Warwick, and the rest.

And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Cla

Doth the king call? Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; War. What would your majesty ? How fares your || Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heut, grace?

To stab at half an hour of my life. K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Cia. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Then get thee gore ; and dig my grave thyself; Who undertook to sit and watch by you.

And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let That thou art crowned, not that I am deal. nie see him:

Let all the tears that should bedew my heurse, He is not here.

Be drops of balm, to sänetify thy head : Her. This door is open; he is gone this way. Only compound me with forgotten dust; P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where Give that, which gave thee life unto the worins. we stay'd.

Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my For now a time is come to mock ät form, pillow?

Harry the fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity! War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence ! X. Hen. The prince hath ta en it hence :-go, seek And to the English court asseinble now, him out.

From every region, apes of idleness ! 1. be so hasty, that he doth suppose

Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: Wyslexp my death?

Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance, Find hin, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. Revel the night; robi, murder, and commit

[Exit Warwick The oldest sins the newest kind of ways ? This part of bis conjoins with my disease,

Be happy, he will trouble you rio more: And helps to end mee.-Sce, sons, what things you are! England shall double gild his treble guilt; How quickly nature falls into revolt,

England shall give him office, honour, right: When guld becomes tur object!

For the fit'th Harry from curb'd license plucks Por in the foolisha over-carefultachters

The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog Have broke their sleep with soughts, their brains Stall flesh bis toth in every innocept. with care

O my poor kingdon, sick with civil blows! ! fair bones with industry ;

When that my care could not withhold thy riots, yar this they have engrossed and pild np

What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care l be cank-rid laps of strangi-achieved goli ;.

O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
For this they ilave been thoughtful to invest People sith wolves, thy old inhabitayts!

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