4.3.0.12370Enter the king, Warwick, Thomas Duke of Clarence, Humphrey [Duke] of Gloucester, [and attendants]. Now, lords, if god doth give successful end
4.3.22372To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
4.3.32373We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
4.3.42374And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
4.3.52375Our navy is addressed, our power collected,
4.3.62376Our substitutes in absence well invested,
4.3.72377And everything lies level to our wish;
4.3.82378Only we want a little personal strength,
4.3.92379And pause us till these rebels now afoot
Both which we doubt not but your majesty
Shall soon enjoy. Humphrey, my son of Gloucester,
I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.
And how accompanied?
And how accompanied? I do not know, my lord.
Is not his brother Thomas of Clarence with him?
No, my good lord, he is in presence here.
What would my lord and father?
Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence,
4.3.202394How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother?
4.3.212395He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas.
4.3.222396Thou hast a better place in his affection
4.3.232397Than all thy brothers. Cherish it, my boy,
4.3.262400Between his greatness and thy other brethren.
4.3.272401Therefore omit him not, blunt not his love,
4.3.282402Nor lose the good advantage of his grace
4.3.292403By seeming cold or careless of his will;
4.3.332407Yet, notwithstanding, being incensed, he is flint,
4.3.352409As flaws congealèd in the spring of day.
4.3.362410His temper therefore must be well observed.
4.3.372411Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
4.3.382412When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth;
4.3.392413But being moody, give him time and scope
4.3.402414Till that his passions, like a whale on ground
4.3.412415Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas,
4.3.422416And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends,
4.3.462420As force perforce the age will pour it in --
4.3.472421Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
I shall observe him with all care and love.
Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?
He is not there today; he dines in London.
And how accompanied?
With Poins, and other his continual followers.
Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds,
4.3.562434Is overspread with them; therefore my grief
4.3.572435Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.
4.3.582436The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape
4.3.602438And rotten times that you shall look upon,
4.3.622440For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
4.3.632441When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
4.3.642442When means and lavish manners meet together,
4.3.652443Oh, with what wings shall his affections fly
4.3.662444Towards fronting peril and opposed decay?
My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite.
4.3.692447Like a strange tongue wherein to gain the language.
4.3.702448'Tis needful that the most immodest word
4.3.712449Be looked upon and learnt, which once attained,
4.3.722450Your highness knows, comes to no further use
4.3.732451But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
4.3.742452The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
4.3.772455By which his grace must mete the lives of other,
'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb
4.3.802458In the dead carrion. Who's here? Westmorland?
Health to my sovereign, and new happiness
4.3.832463Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand.
4.3.842464Mowbray, the Bishop Scrope, Hastings, and all
4.3.852465Are brought to the correction of your law.
4.3.862466There is not now a rebel's sword unsheathed,
4.3.872467But peace puts forth her olive everywhere.
4.3.882468The manner how this action hath been borne
4.3.892469Here at more leisure may your highness read,
O Westmorland, thou art a summer bird,
4.3.922472Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
Enter Harcourt.
The lifting up of day. Look here's more news.
From enemies, heavens keep your majesty,
4.3.952477And when they stand against you, may they fall
4.3.972479The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph,
4.3.982480With a great power of English and of Scots,
4.3.992481Are by the Sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown,
4.3.1012483This packet, please it you, contains at large.
And wherefore should these good news make me sick?
4.3.1032486Will fortune never come with both hands full,
4.3.1042487But set her fair words still in foulest terms?
4.3.1062489Such are the poor, in health -- or else a feast
4.3.1072490And takes away the stomach -- such are the rich
4.3.1102493And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy.
Comfort, your majesty!
Comfort, your majesty! O my royal father!
My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.
Be patient princes, you do know these fits
4.3.1162501Stand from him, give him air, he'll straight be well.
No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs,
4.3.1192505Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in
4.3.1202506So thin that life looks through and will break out.
The people fear me, for they do observe
4.3.1222508Unfathered heirs, and loathly births of nature.
4.3.1232509The seasons change their manners, as the year
4.3.1242510Had found some months asleep and leaped them over.
The river hath thrice flowed, no ebb between,
4.3.1282514That our great grandsire Edward sick'd and died.
Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
This apoplexy will certain be his end.
I pray you take me up and bear me hence
4.3.1332520Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends,
Call for the music in the other room.
Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
4.3.137.1[The crown is placed on the pillow. The king sleeps.] His eye is hollow and he changes much.
Less noise, less noise.
Enter [Prince] Harry.
Less noise, less noise. Who saw the Duke of Clarence?
I am here brother, full of heaviness.
How now, rain within doors, and none abroad?
How doth the king? Exceeding ill.
Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him.
He altered much upon the hearing it.
If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic.
Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet prince, speak low.
Let us withdraw into the other room.
Will't please your grace to go along with us?
No, I will sit and watch here by the king.
4.3.1512544Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
4.3.1552548To many a watchful night! Sleep with it now,
4.3.1592552When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
4.3.1612554That scald'st with safety. By his gates of breath
4.3.1632556Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
4.3.1642557Perforce must move. My gracious lord, my father!
4.3.1652558This sleep is sound indeed. This is a sleep,
4.3.1722565Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
4.3.173.1[The prince puts the crown on his head.] 4.3.1742567Which god shall guard; and, put the world's whole strength
Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence!
2572Enter Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence. Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence! Doth the king call?
What would your majesty?
Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?
We left the prince my brother here, my liege,
The Prince of Wales? Where is he? Let me see him.
This door is open; he is gone this way.
He came not through the chamber where we stayed.
Where is the crown? Who took it from my pillow?
When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
The prince hath ta'en it hence. Go seek him out.
4.3.192Find him, my lord of Warwick, chide him hither.
4.3.1942594And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are,
4.3.1992600Their brains with care, their bones with industry.
4.3.2012602The cankered heaps of strange-achievèd gold.
4.3.2022603For this they have been thoughtful to invest
4.3.2042605When like the bee tolling from every flower,
4.3.2052606Our thighs, packed with wax, our mouths with honey,
4.3.2072608Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
4.3.2082609Yields his engrossments to the ending father.
4.3.2102613Till his friend sickness hath determined me?
My lord, I found the prince in the next room,
4.3.2122615Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
4.3.2142617That tyranny, which never quaffed but blood,
4.3.2152618Would, by beholding him, have washed his knife
But wherefore did he take away the crown?
4.3.219.1Exeunt [all but the king and the prince]. I never thought to hear you speak again.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
4.3.2242628That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honors
4.3.2262630Thou seekst the greatness that will overwhelm thee.
4.3.2302634Thou hast stolen that, which after some few hours
4.3.2352639Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
4.3.2382642What, canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
4.3.2392643Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
4.3.2422646Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse
4.3.2452649Give that which gave thee life unto the worms,
4.3.2492653Down royal state! All you sage counsellors, hence!
4.3.2522656Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum.
4.3.2532657Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
4.3.2582662England shall give him office, honor, might;
4.3.2592663For the fifth Harry from curbed licence plucks
4.3.2632667When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
O pardon me, my liege; but for my tears,
4.3.2692674I had forestalled this dear and deep rebuke,
4.3.2702675Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard
4.3.2712676The course of it so far. There is your crown;
4.3.2762681Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
4.3.2772682Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending.
4.3.2792684And found no course of breath within your majesty,
4.3.2852690And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,
4.3.2872692And thus upbraided it: "The care on thee depending,
4.3.2892694Therefore, thou best of gold art worse than gold.
4.3.2902695Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
4.3.2922697But thou, most fine, most honored, most renowned,
4.3.2932698Hast eat thy bearer up." Thus, my most royal liege,
4.3.2992705Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride,
God put in thy mind to take it hence,
4.3.3072714That thou mightst win the more thy father's love,
4.3.3112718That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son,
4.3.3192726But as an honor snatched with boisterous hand,
4.3.3222729Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
4.3.3232730Wounding supposèd peace. All these bold fears
4.3.3272735Changes the mood, for what in me was purchased
4.3.3302738Yet though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
4.3.3312739Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green
4.3.3322740And all thy friends -- which thou must make thy friends --
4.3.3332741Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out,
4.3.3352743And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
4.3.3392747Lest rest and lying still might make them look
4.3.3402748Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
4.3.3422751With foreign quarrels, that action hence borne out
4.3.3452754That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
4.3.3472756And grant it may with thee in true peace live.
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me,
4.3.3512761'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.
Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father.
Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John,
4.3.3552770But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
4.3.3562771From this bare withered trunk. Upon thy sight
Where is my lord of Warwick? My lord of Warwick!
Doth any name particular belong
'Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord.
Laud be to god, even there my life must end.
4.3.3662783But bear me to that chamber. There I'll lie,
[Exeunt.]