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The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. 93
2384the Prince, your Brother?
2386sor.
2387King. And how accompanied?
2388Glo. I doe not know (my Lord.)
2389King. Is not his Brother, Thomas of Clarence, with
2390him?
2392Clar. What would my Lord, and Father?
2393King. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.
2394How chance thou art not with the Prince, thy Brother?
2397Then all thy Brothers: cherish it (my Boy)
2399Of Mediation (after I am dead)
2400Betweene his Greatnesse, and thy other Brethren.
2401Therefore omit him not: blunt not his Loue,
2402Nor loose the good aduantage of his Grace,
2404For hee is gracious, if hee be obseru'd:
2405Hee hath a Teare for Pitie, and a Hand
2406Open (as Day) for melting Charitie:
2407Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, hee's Flint,
2408As humorous as Winter, and as sudden,
2409As Flawes congealed in the Spring of day.
2411Chide him for faults, and doe it reuerently,
2412When you perceiue his blood enclin'd to mirth:
2413But being moodie, giue him Line, and scope,
2414Till that his passions (like a Whale on ground)
2415Confound themselues with working. Learne this Thomas,
2417A Hoope of Gold, to binde thy Brothers in:
2418That the vnited Vessell of their Blood
2419(Mingled with Venome of Suggestion,
2420As force, perforce, the Age will powre it in)
2421Shall neuer leake, though it doe worke as strong
2422As Aconitum, or rash Gun-powder.
2425mas?)
2427don.
2429that?
2431lowers.
2433And hee (the Noble Image of my Youth)
2434Is ouer-spread with them: therefore my griefe
2435Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death.
2436The blood weepes from my heart, when I doe shape
2437(In formes imaginarie) th'vnguided Dayes,
2438And rotten Times, that you shall looke vpon,
2440For when his head-strong Riot hath no Curbe,
2441When Rage and hot-Blood are his Counsailors,
2442When Meanes and lauish Manners meete together;
2444Towards fronting Perill, and oppos'd Decay?
2445War. My gracious Lord, you looke beyond him quite:
2446The Prince but studies his Companions,
2447Like a strange Tongue: wherein, to gaine the Language,
2449Be look'd vpon, and learn'd: which once attayn'd,
2451But to be knowne, and hated. So, like grosse termes,
2454Shall as a Patterne, or a Measure, liue,
2455By which his Grace must mete the liues of others,
2456Turning past-euills to aduantages.
2458In the dead Carrion.
2459Enter Westmerland.
2460Who's heere? Westmerland?
2462Added to that, that I am to deliuer.
2463Prince Iohn, your Sonne, doth kisse your Graces Hand:
2465Are brought to the Correction of your Law.
2466There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd,
2467But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where:
2468The manner how this Action hath beene borne,
2470With euery course, in his particular.
2472Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings
2473The lifting vp of day.
2474Enter Harcourt.
2475Looke, heere's more newes.
2478As those that I am come to tell you of.
2479The Earle Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolfe,
2480With a great Power of English, and of Scots,
2481Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne:
2482The manner, and true order of the fight,
2483This Packet (please it you) containes at large.
2485Make me sicke?
2486Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full,
2488Shee eyther giues a Stomack, and no Foode,
2490And takes away the Stomack (such are the Rich,
2491That haue aboundance, and enioy it not.)
2492I should reioyce now, at this happy newes,
2493And now my Sight fayles, and my Braine is giddie.
2494O me, come neere me, now I am much ill.
2496Cla. Oh, my Royall Father.
2498vp.
2500Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie.
2501Stand from him, giue him ayre:
2502Hee'le straight be well.
2504Th'incessant care, and labour of his Minde,
2506So thinne, that Life lookes through, and will breake out.
2508Vnfather'd Heires, and loathly Births of Nature:
2509The Seasons change their manners, as the Yeere
2512And the old folke (Times doting Chronicles)
2513Say it did so, a little time before
gg4 War. Speake