Henry the Fourth, Part Two (Folio 1 1623)
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The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
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¶Then get thee gone, and digge my graue thy selfe,
¶And bid the merry Bels ring to thy eare
2645That thou art Crowned, not that I am dead.
¶Be drops of Balme, to sanctifie thy head:
¶Onely compound me with forgotten dust.
¶Giue that, which gaue thee life, vnto the Wormes:
2650Plucke downe my Officers, breake my Decrees;
¶For now a time is come, to mocke at Forme.
¶Henry the fift is Crown'd: Vp Vanity,
¶Now neighbor-Confines, purge you of your Scum:
¶Reuell the night? Rob? Murder? and commit
2660Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
¶England, shall double gill'd, his trebble guilt.
¶England, shall giue him Office, Honor, Might:
¶For the Fift Harry, from curb'd License pluckes
¶The muzzle of Restraint; and the wilde Dogge
2665Shall flesh his tooth in euery Innocent.
¶O my poore Kingdome (sicke, with ciuill blowes)
¶When that my Care could not with-hold thy Ryots,
¶What wilt thou do, when Ryot is thy Care?
2670Peopled with Wolues (thy old Inhabitants.
¶Prince. O pardon me (my Liege)
¶But for my Teares,
¶The most Impediments vnto my Speech,
¶I had fore-stall'd this deere, and deepe Rebuke,
2675Ere you (with greefe) had spoke, and I had heard
¶And he that weares the Crowne immortally,
¶Long guard it yours. If I affect it more,
¶Then as your Honour, and as your Renowne,
2680Let me no more from this Obedience rise,
¶Which my most true, and inward duteous Spirit
¶Teacheth this prostrate, and exteriour bending.
2685How cold it strooke my heart. If I do faine,
¶And neuer liue, to shew th'incredulous World,
¶The Noble change that I haue purposed.
¶Comming to looke on you, thinking you dead,
2690(And dead almost (my Liege) to thinke you were)
¶And thus vpbraided it. The Care on thee depending,
¶Hath fed vpon the body of my Father,
¶Preseruing life, in Med'cine potable:
¶Hast eate the Bearer vp.
¶Thus (my Royall Liege)
2700Accusing it, I put it on my Head,
¶To try with it (as with an Enemie,
¶That had before my face murdred my Father)
¶The Quarrell of a true Inheritor.
¶But if it did infect my blood with Ioy,
¶If any Rebell, or vaine spirit of mine,
¶Did, with the least Affection of a Welcome,
¶Giue entertainment to the might of it,
¶Let heauen, for euer, keepe it from my head,
¶That doth with awe, and terror kneele to it.
¶King. O my Sonne!
¶Heauen put it in thy minde to take it hence,
¶That thou might'st ioyne the more, thy Fathers loue,
¶Come hither Harrie, sit thou by my bedde,
¶That euer I shall breath: Heauen knowes, my Sonne)
¶By what by-pathes, and indirect crook'd-wayes
2720I met this Crowne: and I my selfe know well
¶Better Opinion, better Confirmation:
¶For all the soyle of the Atchieuement goes
2725With me, into the Earth. It seem'd in mee,
¶And I had many liuing, to vpbraide
¶Which dayly grew to Quarrell, and to Blood-shed,
¶All these bold Feares,
¶For all my Reigne, hath beene but as a Scene
¶Acting that argument. And now my death
2735Changes the Moode: For what in me, was purchas'd,
¶Falles vpon thee, in a more Fayrer sort.
¶Thou art not firme enough, since greefes are greene:
2740And all thy Friends, which thou must make thy Friends
¶Haue but their stings, and teeth, newly tak'n out,
¶And by whose power, I well might lodge a Feare
¶To be againe displac'd. Which to auoyd,
2745I cut them off: and had a purpose now
¶To leade out many to the Holy Land;
¶Too neere vnto my State.
¶Therefore (my Harrie)
¶With Forraigne Quarrels: that Action hence borne out,
¶May waste the memory of the former dayes.
¶That strength of Speech is vtterly deni'de mee.
2755How I came by the Crowne, O heauen forgiue:
¶And grant it may, with thee, in true peace liue.
¶Prince. My gracious Liege:
¶You wonne it, wore it: kept it, gaue it me,
2760Which I, with more, then with a Common paine,
¶'Gainst all the World, will rightfully maintaine.
¶
Enter Lord Iohn of Lancaster,
¶
and Warwicke.
¶King. Looke, looke,
2765Heere comes my Iohn of Lancaster:
¶To my Royall Father.
¶(Sonne Iohn:
2770But health (alacke) with youthfull wings is flowne
¶From this bare, wither'd Trunke. Vpon thy sight
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