672Hen.4. Come my Lords, I see it bootes me not to take

673any physick, for all the Phisitians in the world cannot cure

674me, no not one. But good my Lords, remember my last

675wil and Testament concerning my sonne, for truly my

676Lordes, I doo not thinke but he wil proue as valiant and

677victorious a King, as euer raigned in England.

678 Both. Let heauen and earth be witnesse betweene vs, if

679we accomplish not thy wil to the vttermost.

680Hen.4. I giue you most vnfained thãks, good my lords,

681Draw the Curtaines and depart my chamber a while,

682And cause some Musicke to rocke me a sleepe. (Exeunt Lords.

685Hen.5. Ah Harry, thrice vnhappie, that hath neglect so

686long from visiting of thy sicke father, I wil goe, nay but

687why doo I not go to the Chamber of my sick father, to com=

688fort the melancholy soule of his bodie, his soule said I, here

689is his bodie indeed, but his soule is, whereas it needs no bo=

690die. Now thrice accursed Harry, that hath offended thy fa=

691ther so much, and could not I craue pardon for all. Oh my

692dying father, curst be the day wherin I was borne, and ac=

693cursed be the houre wherin I was begotten, but what shal

694I do? if weeping teares which come too late, may suffice the

695negligence neglected to some, I wil weepe day and night

696vntil the fountaine be drie with weeping.

699Exe. Come easily my Lord, for waking of the King.

700Hen.4. Now my Lords.

701Oxf. How doth your Grace feele your selfe?

702Hen.4. Somewhat better after my sleepe,

703But good my Lords take off my Crowne,

704Remoue my chaire a litle backe, and set me right.

705 Ambo. And please your grace, the crown is takẽ away.

706Hen.4. The Crowne taken away,

707Good my Lord of Oxford, go see who hath done this deed:

708No doubt tis some vilde traitor that hath done it,

709To depriue my sonne, they that would do it now,

710Would seeke to scrape and scrawle for it after my death.

712Oxf. Here and please your Grace,

713Is my Lord the yong Prince with the Crowne.

714Hen.4. Why how now my sonne?

715I had thought the last time I had you in schooling,

716I had giuen you a lesson for all,

717And do you now begin againe?

718Why tel me my sonne,

719Doest thou thinke the time so long,

720That thou wouldestt haue it before the

721Breath be out of my mouth?

722Hen.5. Most soueraign Lord, and welbeloued father,

723I came into your Chamber to comfort the melancholy

724Soule of your bodie, and finding you at that time

725Past all recouerie, and dead to my thinking,

726God is my witnesse: and what should I doo,

727But with weeping tears lament y^e death of you my father,

728 And after that, seeing the Crowne, I tooke it:

729And tel me my father, who might better take it then I,

730After your death? but seeing you liue,

731 I most humbly render it into your Maiesties hands,

732And the happiest man aliue, that my father liue:

733And liue my Lord and Father, for euer.

734Hen.4. Stand vp my sonne,

735Thine answere hath sounded wel in mine eares,

736For I must need confesse that I was in a very sound sleep,

737And altogither vnmindful of thy comming:

738But come neare my sonne,

739And let me put thee in possession whilst I liue,

740That none depriue thee of it after my death.

741Hen.5. Well may I take it at your maiesties hands,

742But it shal neuer touch my head, so lõg as my father liues.

744Hen.4. God giue thee ioy my sonne,

745God blesse thee and make thee his seruant,

746And send thee a prosperous raigne.

747For God knowes my sonne, how hardly I came by it,

748And how hardly I haue maintained it.

749Hen.5. Howsoeuer you came by it, I know not,

750But now I haue it from you, and from you I wil keepe it:

751And he that seekes to take the Crowne from my head,

752Let him looke that his armour be thicker then mine,

753Or I will pearce him to the heart,

754Were it harder then brasse or bollion.

755Hen.4. Nobly spoken, and like a King.

756Now trust me my Lords, I feare not but my sonne

757Will be as warlike and victorious a Prince,

758As euer raigned in England.

759 L.Ambo. His former life shewes no lesse.

760Hen.4. Wel my lords, I know not whether it be for sleep,

761Or drawing neare of drowsie summer of death,

762But I am verie much giuen to sleepe,

763Therefore good my Lords and my sonne,

764Draw the Curtains, depart my Chamber,

765And cause some Musicke to rocke me a sleepe.