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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

    • Copyright Rosemary Gaby. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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    Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)

    Scena Secunda.
    2370Enter King, Warwicke, Clarence, Gloucester.
    King. Now Lords, if Heauen doth giue successefull end
    To this Debate, that bleedeth at our doores,
    Wee will our Youth lead on to higher Fields,
    And draw no Swords, but what are sanctify'd.
    2375Our Nauie is addressed, our Power collected,
    Our Substitutes, in absence, well inuested,
    And euery thing lyes leuell to our wish;
    Onely wee want a little personall Strength:
    And pawse vs, till these Rebels, now a-foot,
    2380Come vnderneath the yoake of Gouernment.
    War. Both which we doubt not, but your Maiestie
    Shall soone enioy.
    King. Hum-
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    King. Humphrey (my Sonne of Gloucester) where is
    the Prince, your Brother?
    2385Glo. I thinke hee's gone to hunt (my Lord) at Wind-
    sor.
    King. And how accompanied?
    Glo. I doe not know (my Lord.)
    King. Is not his Brother, Thomas of Clarence, with
    2390him?
    Glo. No (my good Lord) hee is in presence heere.
    Clar. What would my Lord, and Father?
    King. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.
    How chance thou art not with the Prince, thy Brother?
    2395Hee loues thee, and thou do'st neglect him (Thomas.)
    Thou hast a better place in his Affection,
    Then all thy Brothers: cherish it (my Boy)
    And Noble Offices thou may'st effect
    Of Mediation (after I am dead)
    2400Betweene his Greatnesse, and thy other Brethren.
    Therefore omit him not: blunt not his Loue,
    Nor loose the good aduantage of his Grace,
    By seeming cold, or carelesse of his will.
    For hee is gracious, if hee be obseru'd:
    2405Hee hath a Teare for Pitie, and a Hand
    Open (as Day) for melting Charitie:
    Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, hee's Flint,
    As humorous as Winter, and as sudden,
    As Flawes congealed in the Spring of day.
    2410His temper therefore must be well obseru'd:
    Chide him for faults, and doe it reuerently,
    When you perceiue his blood enclin'd to mirth:
    But being moodie, giue him Line, and scope,
    Till that his passions (like a Whale on ground)
    2415Confound themselues with working. Learne this Thomas,
    And thou shalt proue a shelter to thy friends,
    A Hoope of Gold, to binde thy Brothers in:
    That the vnited Vessell of their Blood
    (Mingled with Venome of Suggestion,
    2420As force, perforce, the Age will powre it in)
    Shall neuer leake, though it doe worke as strong
    As Aconitum, or rash Gun-powder.
    Clar. I shall obserue him with all care, and loue.
    King. Why art thou not at Windsor with him (Tho-
    2425mas?)
    Clar. Hee is not there to day: hee dines in Lon-
    don.
    King. And how accompanyed? Canst thou tell
    that?
    2430Clar. With Pointz, and other his continuall fol-
    lowers.
    King. Most subiect is the fattest Soyle to Weedes:
    And hee (the Noble Image of my Youth)
    Is ouer-spread with them: therefore my griefe
    2435Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death.
    The blood weepes from my heart, when I doe shape
    (In formes imaginarie) th'vnguided Dayes,
    And rotten Times, that you shall looke vpon,
    When I am sleeping with my Ancestors.
    2440For when his head-strong Riot hath no Curbe,
    When Rage and hot-Blood are his Counsailors,
    When Meanes and lauish Manners meete together;
    Oh, with what Wings shall his Affections flye
    Towards fronting Perill, and oppos'd Decay?
    2445War. My gracious Lord, you looke beyond him quite:
    The Prince but studies his Companions,
    Like a strange Tongue: wherein, to gaine the Language,
    'Tis needfull, that the most immodest word
    Be look'd vpon, and learn'd: which once attayn'd,
    2450Your Highnesse knowes, comes to no farther vse,
    But to be knowne, and hated. So, like grosse termes,
    The Prince will, in the perfectnesse of time,
    Cast off his followers: and their memorie
    Shall as a Patterne, or a Measure, liue,
    2455By which his Grace must mete the liues of others,
    Turning past-euills to aduantages.
    King. 'Tis seldome, when the Bee doth leaue her Combe
    In the dead Carrion.
    Enter Westmerland.
    2460Who's heere? Westmerland?
    West. Health to my Soueraigne, and new happinesse
    Added to that, that I am to deliuer.
    Prince Iohn, your Sonne, doth kisse your Graces Hand:
    Mowbray, the Bishop, Scroope, Hastings, and all,
    2465Are brought to the Correction of your Law.
    There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd,
    But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where:
    The manner how this Action hath beene borne,
    Here (at more leysure) may your Highnesse reade,
    2470With euery course, in his particular.
    King. O Westmerland, thou art a Summer Bird,
    Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings
    The lifting vp of day.
    Enter Harcourt.
    2475Looke, heere's more newes.
    Harc. From Enemies, Heauen keepe your Maiestie:
    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 Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne:
    The manner, and true order of the fight,
    This Packet (please it you) containes at large.
    King. And wherefore should these good newes
    2485Make me sicke?
    Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full,
    But write her faire words still in foulest Letters?
    Shee eyther giues a Stomack, and no Foode,
    (Such are the poore, in health) or else a Feast,
    2490And takes away the Stomack (such are the Rich,
    That haue aboundance, and enioy it not.)
    I should reioyce now, at this happy newes,
    And now my Sight fayles, and my Braine is giddie.
    O me, come neere me, now I am much ill.
    2495Glo. Comfort your Maiestie.
    Cla. Oh, my Royall Father.
    West. My Soueraigne Lord, cheare vp your selfe, looke
    vp.
    War. Be patient (Princes) you doe know, these Fits
    2500Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie.
    Stand from him, giue him ayre:
    Hee'le straight be well.
    Clar. No, no, hee cannot long hold out: these pangs,
    Th'incessant care, and labour of his Minde,
    2505Hath wrought the Mure, that should confine it in,
    So thinne, that Life lookes through, and will breake out.
    Glo. The people feare me: for they doe obserue
    Vnfather'd Heires, and loathly Births of Nature:
    The Seasons change their manners, as the Yeere
    2510Had found some Moneths asleepe, and leap'd them ouer.
    Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd, no ebbe betweene:
    And the old folke (Times doting Chronicles)
    Say it did so, a little time before
    That our great Grand-sire Edward sick'd, and dy'de.
    gg4 War. Speake
    94The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
    2515War. Speake lower (Princes) for the King reco-
    uers.
    Glo. This Apoplexie will (certaine) be his end.
    King. I pray you take me vp, and beare me hence
    Into some other Chamber: softly 'pray.
    2520Let there be no noyse made (my gentle friends)
    Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand
    Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit.
    War. Call for the Musicke in the other Roome.
    King. Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here.
    2525Clar. His eye is hollow, and hee changes much.
    War. Lesse noyse, lesse noyse.
    Enter Prince Henry.
    P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence?
    Clar. I am here (Brother) full of heauinesse.
    2530P. Hen. How now? Raine within doores, and none
    abroad? How doth the King?
    Glo. Exceeding ill.
    P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet?
    Tell it him.
    2535Glo. Hee alter'd much, vpon the hearing it.
    P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy,
    Hee'le recouer without Physicke.
    War. Not so much noyse (my Lords)
    Sweet Prince speake lowe,
    2540The King, your Father, is dispos'd to sleepe.
    Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome.
    War. Wil't please your Grace to goe along with vs?
    P. Hen. No: I will sit, and watch here, by the King.
    Why doth the Crowne lye there, vpon his Pillow,
    2545Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow?
    O pollish'd Perturbation! Golden Care!
    That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide,
    To many a watchfull Night: sleepe with it now,
    Yet not so sound, and halfe so deepely sweete,
    2550As hee whose Brow (with homely Biggen bound)
    Snores out the Watch of Night. O Maiestie!
    When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer, thou do'st sit
    Like a rich Armor, worne in heat of day,
    That scald'st with safetie: by his Gates of breath,
    2555There lyes a dowlney feather, which stirres not:
    Did hee suspire, that light and weightlesse dowlne
    Perforce must moue. My gracious Lord, my Father,
    This sleepe is sound indeede: this is a sleepe,
    That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd
    2560So many English Kings. Thy due, from me,
    Is Teares, and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood,
    Which Nature, Loue, and filiall tendernesse,
    Shall (O deare Father) pay thee plenteously.
    My due, from thee, is this Imperiall Crowne,
    2565Which (as immediate from thy Place, and Blood)
    Deriues it selfe to me. Loe, heere it sits,
    Which Heauen shall guard:
    And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme,
    It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me.
    2570This, from thee, will I to mine leaue,
    As 'tis left to me. Exit.
    Enter Warwicke, Gloucester, Clarence.
    King. Warwicke, Gloucester, Clarence.
    Clar. Doth the King call?
    2575War. What would your Maiestie? how fares your
    Grace?
    King. Why did you leaue me here alone (my Lords?)
    Cla. We left the Prince (my Brother) here (my Liege)
    Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you.
    2580King. The Prince of Wales? where is hee? let mee
    see him.
    War. This doore is open, hee is gone this way.
    Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee
    stayd.
    2585King. Where is the Crowne? who tooke it from my
    Pillow?
    War. When wee with-drew (my Liege) wee left it
    heere.
    King. The Prince hath ta'ne it hence:
    2590Goe seeke him out.
    Is hee so hastie, that hee doth suppose
    My sleepe, my death? Finde him (my Lord of Warwick)
    Chide him hither: this part of his conioynes
    With my disease, and helpes to end me.
    2595See Sonnes, what things you are:
    How quickly Nature falls into reuolt,
    When Gold becomes her Obiect?
    For this, the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers
    Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts,
    2600Their braines with care, their bones with industry.
    For this, they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp
    The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold:
    For this, they haue beene thoughtfull, to inuest
    Their Sonnes with Arts, and Martiall Exercises:
    2605When, like the Bee, culling from euery flower
    The vertuous Sweetes, our Thighes packt with Wax,
    Our Mouthes with Honey, wee bring it to the Hiue;
    And like the Bees, are murthered for our paines.
    This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements,
    2610To the ending Father.
    Enter Warwicke.
    Now, where is hee, that will not stay so long,
    Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me?
    War. My Lord, I found the Prince in the next Roome,
    2615Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes,
    With such a deepe demeanure, in great sorrow,
    That Tyranny, which neuer quafft but blood,
    Would (by beholding him) haue wash'd his Knife
    With gentle eye-drops. Hee is comming hither.
    2620King. But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne?
    Enter Prince Henry.
    Loe, where hee comes. Come hither to me (Harry.)
    Depart the Chamber, leaue vs heere alone. Exit.
    P. Hen. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe.
    2625King. Thy wish was Father (Harry) to that thought:
    I stay too long by thee, I wearie thee.
    Do'st thou so hunger for my emptie Chayre,
    That thou wilt needes inuest thee with mine Honors,
    Before thy howre be ripe? O foolish Youth!
    2630Thou seek'st the Greatnesse, that will ouer-whelme thee.
    Stay but a little: for my Cloud of Dignitie
    Is held from falling, with so weake a winde,
    That it will quickly drop: my Day is dimme.
    Thou hast stolne that, which after some few howres
    2635Were thine, without offence: and at my death
    Thou hast seal'd vp my expectation.
    Thy Life did manifest, thou lou'dst me not,
    And thou wilt haue me dye assur'd of it.
    Thou hid'st a thousand Daggers in thy thoughts,
    2640Which thou hast whetted on thy stonie heart,
    To stab at halfe an howre of my Life.
    What? canst thou not forbeare me halfe an howre?
    Then
    The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. 95
    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.
    Let all the Teares, that should bedew my Hearse
    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,
    Downe Royall State: All you sage Counsailors, hence:
    And to the English Court, assemble now
    2655From eu'ry Region, Apes of Idlenesse.
    Now neighbor-Confines, purge you of your Scum:
    Haue you a Ruffian that swill sweare? drinke? dance?
    Reuell the night? Rob? Murder? and commit
    The oldest sinnes, the newest kinde of wayes?
    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?
    O, thou wilt be a Wildernesse againe,
    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
    The course of it so farre. There is your Crowne,
    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.
    Heauen witnesse with me, when I heere came in,
    And found no course of breath within your Maiestie,
    2685How cold it strooke my heart. If I do faine,
    O let me, in my present wildenesse, dye,
    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)
    I spake vnto the Crowne (as hauing sense)
    And thus vpbraided it. The Care on thee depending,
    Hath fed vpon the body of my Father,
    Therefore, thou best of Gold, art worst of Gold.
    2695Other, lesse fine in Charract, is more precious,
    Preseruing life, in Med'cine potable:
    But thou, most Fine, most Honour'd, most Renown'd,
    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,
    2705Or swell my Thoughts, to any straine of Pride,
    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,
    2710And make me, as the poorest Vassaile is,
    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,
    2715Pleading so wisely, in excuse of it.
    Come hither Harrie, sit thou by my bedde,
    And heare (I thinke, the very latest Counsell
    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
    How troublesome it sate vpon my head.
    To thee, it shall descend with better Quiet,
    Better Opinion, better Confirmation:
    For all the soyle of the Atchieuement goes
    2725With me, into the Earth. It seem'd in mee,
    But as an Honour snatch'd with boyst'rous hand,
    And I had many liuing, to vpbraide
    My gaine of it, by their Assistances,
    Which dayly grew to Quarrell, and to Blood-shed,
    2730Wounding supposed Peace.
    All these bold Feares,
    Thou seest (with perill) I haue answered:
    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.
    So thou, the Garland wear'st successiuely.
    Yet, though thou stand'st more sure, then I could do,
    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,
    By whose fell working, I was first aduanc'd,
    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;
    Least rest, and lying still, might make them looke
    Too neere vnto my State.
    Therefore (my Harrie)
    2750Be it thy course to busie giddy Mindes
    With Forraigne Quarrels: that Action hence borne out,
    May waste the memory of the former dayes.
    More would I, but my Lungs are wasted so,
    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,
    Then plaine and right must my possession be;
    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:
    Iohn. Health, Peace, and Happinesse,
    To my Royall Father.
    King. Thou bring'st me happinesse and Peace
    (Sonne Iohn:
    2770But health (alacke) with youthfull wings is flowne
    From this bare, wither'd Trunke. Vpon thy sight
    My worldly businesse makes a period.
    Where
    96The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
    Where is my Lord of Warwicke?
    Prin. My Lord of Warwicke.
    2775King. Doth any name particular, belong
    Vnto the Lodging, where I first did swoon'd?
    War. 'Tis call'd Ierusalem, my Noble Lord.
    King. Laud be to heauen:
    Euen there my life must end.
    2780It hath beene prophesi'de to me many yeares,
    I should not dye, but in Ierusalem:
    Which (vainly) I suppos'd the Holy-Land.
    But beare me to that Chamber, there Ile lye:
    In that Ierusalem, shall Harry dye. Exeunt.
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