2515War. Speake lower (Princes) for the King reco-

2516uers.

2517Glo. This Apoplexie will (certaine) be his end.

2518King. I pray you take me vp, and beare me hence

2519Into some other Chamber: softly 'pray.

2520Let there be no noyse made (my gentle friends)

2521Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand

2522Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit.

2523War. Call for the Musicke in the other Roome.

2524King. Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here.

2525Clar. His eye is hollow, and hee changes much.

2526War. Lesse noyse, lesse noyse.

2528P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence?

2529Clar. I am here (Brother) full of heauinesse.

2530P. Hen. How now? Raine within doores, and none

2531abroad? How doth the King?

2532Glo. Exceeding ill.

2533P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet?

2534Tell it him.

2535Glo. Hee alter'd much, vpon the hearing it.

2536P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy,

2537Hee'le recouer without Physicke.

2538War. Not so much noyse (my Lords)

2539Sweet Prince speake lowe,

2540The King, your Father, is dispos'd to sleepe.

2541Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome.

2542War. Wil't please your Grace to goe along with vs?

2543P. Hen. No: I will sit, and watch here, by the King.

2544Why doth the Crowne lye there, vpon his Pillow,

2545Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow?

2546O pollish'd Perturbation! Golden Care!

2547That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide,

2548To many a watchfull Night: sleepe with it now,

2549Yet not so sound, and halfe so deepely sweete,

2550As hee whose Brow (with homely Biggen bound)

2551Snores out the Watch of Night. O Maiestie!

2552When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer, thou do'st sit

2553Like a rich Armor, worne in heat of day,

2554That scald'st with safetie: by his Gates of breath,

2555There lyes a dowlney feather, which stirres not:

2556Did hee suspire, that light and weightlesse dowlne

2557Perforce must moue. My gracious Lord, my Father,

2558This sleepe is sound indeede: this is a sleepe,

2559That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd

2560So many English Kings. Thy due, from me,

2561Is Teares, and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood,

2562Which Nature, Loue, and filiall tendernesse,

2563Shall (O deare Father) pay thee plenteously.

2564My due, from thee, is this Imperiall Crowne,

2565Which (as immediate from thy Place, and Blood)

2566Deriues it selfe to me. Loe, heere it sits,

2567Which Heauen shall guard:

2568And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme,

2569It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me.

2570This, from thee, will I to mine leaue,

2571As 'tis left to me. Exit.

2573King. Warwicke, Gloucester, Clarence.

2574Clar. Doth the King call?

2575War. What would your Maiestie? how fares your

2576Grace?

2577King. Why did you leaue me here alone (my Lords?)

2578Cla. We left the Prince (my Brother) here (my Liege)

2579Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you.

2580King. The Prince of Wales? where is hee? let mee

2581see him.

2582War. This doore is open, hee is gone this way.

2583Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee

2584stayd.

2585King. Where is the Crowne? who tooke it from my

2586Pillow?

2587War. When wee with-drew (my Liege) wee left it

2588heere.

2589King. The Prince hath ta'ne it hence:

2590Goe seeke him out.

2591Is hee so hastie, that hee doth suppose

2592My sleepe, my death? Finde him (my Lord of Warwick)

2593Chide him hither: this part of his conioynes

2594With my disease, and helpes to end me.

2595See Sonnes, what things you are:

2596How quickly Nature falls into reuolt,

2597When Gold becomes her Obiect?

2598For this, the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers

2599Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts,

2600Their braines with care, their bones with industry.

2601For this, they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp

2602The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold:

2603For this, they haue beene thoughtfull, to inuest

2604Their Sonnes with Arts, and Martiall Exercises:

2605When, like the Bee, culling from euery flower

2606The vertuous Sweetes, our Thighes packt with Wax,

2607Our Mouthes with Honey, wee bring it to the Hiue;

2608And like the Bees, are murthered for our paines.

2609This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements,

2610To the ending Father.

2612Now, where is hee, that will not stay so long,

2613Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me?

2614War. My Lord, I found the Prince in the next Roome,

2615Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes,

2616With such a deepe demeanure, in great sorrow,

2617That Tyranny, which neuer quafft but blood,

2618Would (by beholding him) haue wash'd his Knife

2619With gentle eye-drops. Hee is comming hither.

2620King. But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne?

2622Loe, where hee comes. Come hither to me (Harry.)

2623Depart the Chamber, leaue vs heere alone. Exit.

2624P. Hen. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe.

2625King. Thy wish was Father (Harry) to that thought:

2626I stay too long by thee, I wearie thee.

2627Do'st thou so hunger for my emptie Chayre,

2628That thou wilt needes inuest thee with mine Honors,

2629Before thy howre be ripe? O foolish Youth!

2630Thou seek'st the Greatnesse, that will ouer-whelme thee.

2631Stay but a little: for my Cloud of Dignitie

2632Is held from falling, with so weake a winde,

2633That it will quickly drop: my Day is dimme.

2634Thou hast stolne that, which after some few howres

2635Were thine, without offence: and at my death

2636Thou hast seal'd vp my expectation.

2637Thy Life did manifest, thou lou'dst me not,

2638And thou wilt haue me dye assur'd of it.

2639Thou hid'st a thousand Daggers in thy thoughts,

2640Which thou hast whetted on thy stonie heart,

2641To stab at halfe an howre of my Life.

2642What? canst thou not forbeare me halfe an howre?