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Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1598).

Author: William Shakespeare
Not Peer Reviewed
Henry the fourth.
Harc. From enemies, heauens keep your maiesty,
And when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell you of:
The Earle Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolfe,
2480With a great power of English, and of Scots,
Are by the shrieue of Yorkshire ouerthrowne,
The manner, and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, containes at large,
Ki. And wherfore should these good news make me sicke?
Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full.
But wet her faire words stil in foulest termes?
She either giues a stomach, and no foode,
Such are the poore in health: or else a feast,
2490And takes away the stomach, such are the rich
That haue aboundance, and enioy it not:
I should reioyce now at this happy newes,
And now my sight failes, and my braine is giddy,
O me, come neare me, now I am much ill.
2495Hum. Comfort your maiesty.
Clar. O my royall father!
West. My soueraigne Lord, cheere vp your selfe, look vp.
War. Be patient princes, you do know these fits
2500Are with his highnesse very ordinary.
Stand from him, giue him ayre, heel straight be wel.
Clar. No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs,
Th'incessant care and labour of his mind,
2505Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in,
So thin that life lookes through.
Hum. The people feare me, for they do obserue
Vnfather'd heires, and lothly births of nature,
The seasons change their manners, as the yeere
2510Had found some moneths a sleepe, and leapt them ouer.
Clar. The riuer hath thrice flowed, no ebbe between,
And the old folk, (Times doting chronicles,)
Say, it did so a little time before
That our great grandsire Edward, sickt and died.
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War.