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Good day to you, gentle lord Archbishop; This news of peace; let them have pay, and And so to you, lord Hastings, -and to all.

part; My lord of York, it better show'd with you, I know, it will well please them; Hie thee, cap. When that your flock, assembled by the belí,

tain.

Erit Officer. Encircled you, to hear with reverence

Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. Your exposition on the holy text;

West ! pledge your grace: And, if you knew Than now to see you here an iron man,

what pains Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace, Turning the word to sword, and life to death. You would drink freely : but iny love to you That man, that sits within a monarch's heart, Shall show itself more openly hereafter. And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,

Arch. I do not doubt you. Would he abuse the countenance of the king, IVest.

I am glad of it.Alack, what mischiefs might be set abroach, Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray. In shadow of such greatness! With yon, lord Mowb. You wish me health in very happy bishop,

season : It is even so :--Who hath not heard it spoken, For I am, on the sudden, something ill. How deep you were within the books of God 1 Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry ; To us, the speaker in his parliament;

But heaviness foreruns the good cvent. To us, the imagin'd voice of God himself; West. Therefore be merry, coz: since sudden The very opener, and intelligencer,

sorrow Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven, Serves to say thus,-Some good thing comes to And our dull workings: 0, who shall believe,

morrow. But you misuse the reverence of your place ; Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule As a false favourite doth his prince's name,

be true.

[Shouls within. In deeds dishonourable ? You have taken up, P. John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark, Under the counterfeited zeal of God,

how they shout! The subjects of his substitute, my father ; Morb. This had been cheerful, after victory. And, both against the peace of heaven and him, Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; Have here up-swarm'd them.

For then both parties nobly are subdued, Arch

Good my lord of Lancaster, And neither party loser. I am not here against your father's peace: P. John.

Go, my lord, But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, And let our army be discharged too. The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,

[Erit Westmoreland. Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous form, And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains To hold our safety up. I sent your grace March by us; that we may peruse the men The parcels and particulars of our grief; We should have cop'd withal. The which hath been with scorn shov'd from Arch.

Go, good lord Hastings, the court,

And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;

[Erit Hastings. Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd P. John. I trust, my lords, shall lie to-night asleep,

together. With grant of our most just and right desires : And true obedience of this madness cur'd,

Rc-enter Westmoreland. Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still ? Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes West. The leaders, having charge from you to To the last man.

stand, Hast.

And though we here fall down, Will not go off until they hear you speak.
We have supplies to second our attempt; P. John. They know their duties.
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them:
And so, success of mischief shall be born;

Re-enter Hastings.
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already :
Whiles England shall have generation. Like youthful steers unyok'd they take their
P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much courses
too shallow,

East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke To sound the bottom of the after times.

up, West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them Each hurries toward his home, and sporting. directly,

place. How far-forth you do like their articles ? West. Good tidings, my Lord Hastings: for the P. John. I like them all, and do allow thein which well :

I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason :And swear here by the honour of my blood, And you, lord archbishop,--and you, Lord Mow. My father's purposes have been mistook ;

bray, And some about him have too lavishly

Of capital treason I attach you both. Wrested his meaning, and authority:

Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable ? My lord, these griess shull be with speed re West. Is your assembly so ? dressed

Arch. Will you thus break your faith ? Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please P. John.

I pawn'd thee none : you,

I promis'd you redress of these same grievances, Discharge your powers unto their several coun- Whereof you did complain ; which, by mine ho ties,

nour,
As we will ours: And here, between the armies, I will perform with a most christian care.
Let's drink together friendly, and embrace; But, for yon, rebels,-look to taste the due
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home, Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours.
Of our restored love, and amity.

Most shallowly did you these arms commence, Arch. I take your princely word for these re- Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence. dresses.

Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray; P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my Heaven, and not we, bath safely fought to word:

day.And thereupon I drink onto your grace. Some guard these traitors to the block of death; Hast. Go, captain, ( To an Officer,) and deliver Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath. to the army

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SCENE III. Another Part of the Forest.

You should have won

them dearer than you

have. Alarums: Excursions. Enter Falstaff and

Fal. I know not how they sold themselves : but
Colevile, meeting.

thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away;
Fal. What's your name, sir ! of what condition and I thank thee for thee.
are you: and of what place, I pray ?

Re-enter Westmoreland.
Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is
Colevile of the dale.

P. John. Now, have you left pursuit ?
Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name ; a knight West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd.
is your degree ; and your place, the dale: Cole P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates,
vile shall still be your name; a traitor your de To York, to present execution :-
gree ; and the dungeon your place,-a place deep Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him
enough : so shall you still be Colevile of the

[Exeunt some with Colevile. dale.

And now despatch we toward the court, my Cole. Are not you Sir John Falstaff ?

lords ; Fal. As good a man, as he, sir, whoe'er I am. I hear, the king my father is sore sick; Do ye yield, sir ? or shall I sweat for you? If I Our news shall go before us to his majesty,do gweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they Which, cousin, you shall bear,-to comfort weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and

him ; trembling, and do observance to my mercy. And we with sober speed will follow you. Cole. I think, you are Sir John Falstaf'; and Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to in that thought, yield me. Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this go through Glostershire: and, when you come belly of mine ; and not a tongue of them all to court, stand my good lord, 'pray, in your

good speaks any other word but my name. An I had 'P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: 1, in my but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply

condition, the most active fellow in Europe : My womb, Shall better speak of you than you deserve. my womb, my womb undoes me.--Here comes

[Erit. our general.

Fal. I wonld you had but the wit; 'twere betEnter Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland, ter than your dukedom.-Good faith, this same and others.

young sober-blooded boy doth not love me ; nor

a man cannot make him laugh ;-but that's no P. John. The heat is past, follow no further marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never any now;

of these demure boys come to any proof : for Call in the powers good cousin Westmoreland. - thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and

[Erit West. making many fish-meals, that they fall into a Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this kind of male green-sickness; and then, when while ?

they marry, they get wenches; they are generalWhen every thing is ended, then you come : Jy fools and cowards ;-which some of us should These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris sack One time or other break some gallows back.

hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish, and be thus; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check dull, and crudy vapours which environ it: makes was the reward of valour. Do you think me a it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, poor and old motion, the expedition of thought? O'er to the voice (the tongue,) which is the birth, have speeded hither with the very extremest becomes excellent wit. The second property of inch of possibility; I have foundered nine score your excellent sherris is, -the warming of the and odd

posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, blood; which, before cold and settled, left the have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusil Sir John Colevile of the dale, a most furious lanimity and cowardice; but the sherris warms knight, and valorous enemy : But what of that ? it, and makes it course from the inwards to the he saw me, and yielded ; that I may justly say

parts extreme. It illumineth the face : which, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, I came, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this saw, and overcame.

little kingdom, man, to arm : and then the vital P.'Jolin. It was more of his courtesy than your commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me deserving.

all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and Fal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of cou. him: and I beseech your grace, let it be booked rage; and this valour comes of sherris : So that with the rest of this day's deeds; or, by the skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad else, that sets it a-work; and learning, a mere hoard with mine own picture on the top of it, Colevile of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it, kissing my foot : To the which course, if I be and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that enforced, if you do not all show like gilt

two Prince Henry is valiant: for the cold blood he pences to me ; and I, in the clear sky of fame, did naturally inherit of his father,

he hath, like o'ershine you as much as the full moon doth the lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, cinders of the element, which show like pins' and lilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking heads to her ; believe not the word of the noble: good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is "Therefore let me have right, and let desert become very hot and valiant. If I had a thous mount.

sand sons, the first human principle I would teach P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount.

them, should be,-to forswear thin potations, and Fal. Let it shine then.

addict themselves to sack. P. John. Thine's too thick to shine. Fal. Let it do something, my good lord, that

Enter Bardolph. may do me good, and call it what you will. P. John. Is thy name Colevile ?

How now, Bardolph?
Cole.

It is, my lord. Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone.
P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile. Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire;
Fal. And a famous true subject took him. and there will I visit master Robert Shallow,
Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters are, esquire : I have him already tempering between
That led me hither: had they been ruld by my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal
me,
Iwith him. Come away.

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SCENE IV. Westminster. A Room in the When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, Palace.

When means and lavish manners meet together, Enter King Henry, Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Powalds fronting peril and oppos’d decay! Warwick, and others.

War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give suc.

quite : cessful end

The prince but studies his companions, To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, Like a strange tongue : wherein, to gain the We will our youth lead on to higher fields,

language, And draw no swords but what are sanctified. 'Tis needful, that the most immodest word Our navy is addressed, our power collected, Be look'd upon and learn'd: which once atOur substitutes in absence well invested,

tain'd, And every thing lies level to our wish:

Your highness knows, comes to no further use, Only, we want a little personal strength; But to be known, and hatel. So, like gross terme, And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot, The prince will, in the perfectness of time, Come underneath the yoke of government. Cast off his followers: and their memory War. Both which, we doubt not but your Shall as a pattern or a measure live, majesty

By which his grace must mete the lives of others; Shall soon enjoy.

Turning past evils to advantages. K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster, K. Hen. 'Tis seldom-when the bee doth leave Where is the prince your brother?

her comb P. Humph. I think, he's gone to hunt, my In the dead carrion.-Who's here? Westmorelord, at Windsor.

land?
K. Hen. And how accompanied ?
P. Humph.
I do not know, my lord.

Enter Westmoreland.
K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Cla-
rence, with him?

West. Health to my sovereign! and new hapP. Humph. No, my good lord ; he is in pre- Added to that that I am to deliver !

sence here. Cla. What would my lord and father? Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of

hand : Clarence.

Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, How chance, thou art not with the prince thy Are brought to the correction of your law;, brother?

There is not now a rebel's sword upsheath'a, He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Tho- But peace pats forth her olive every where. mas;

The manner how this action hath been borne, Thou hast a better place in his affection, Here at more leisure may your highness read; Than all thy brothers : cherish it, my boy ;

With every course, in his particular. And noble offices thou may'st effect

K Hen. 'O Westmoreland, thou art a summer Of mediation, after I am dead,

bird, Between his greatness and thy other brethren :- Which ever in the haunch of winter sings Therefore, omit him not; blunt not his love: The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news Nor lose the good advantage of his grace, By seeming cold, or careless of his will.

Enter Harcourt For he is gracious, if he be observ'd;

Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty He hath a tear for pity, and a hand

And, when they stand against you, may they fall Open as day for melting charity :

As those that I am come to tell you of! Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; The Earl Northumberland, and the Lord BarAs humorous as winter, and as sudden

dolph, As flaws congealed in the spring of day.

With a great power of English, and of Scots, His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd :

Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown: Chide him for fanlts, and do it reverently,

'The manner and true order of the fight, When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth: This packet, please it you, contains at large. But, being moody, give him line and scope; K. Hen. And wherefore should these good Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,

news make me sick ? Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Will fortune never come with both hands full, Thomas,

But write her fair words still in foulest letters? And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends ; She either gives a stomach, and no food, A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in;

Such are the poor, in health ; or else a feast, That the united vessel of their blood,

And takes away the stomach--such are the Mingled with venom of suggestion,

rich, (As, force perforce, the age will pour it in,) That have abundance, and enjoy it not. Shall never leak, though it do work as strong I should rejoice now at this happy news;. As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy: Cla. I shall'observe him with ali care and love. O me, come near me, now I am much ill. K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with

[Swoons. him, Thomas ?

P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty! Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. Cla.

O my royal father! K. Hen. And how accompanied ? canst thou West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, tell that?

look up! Cla With Poins, and other his continual fol- War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these lowers.

fits K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to Are with his highness very ordinary. weeds;

Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be And he, the noble image of my youth,

well. Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these Stretches itself beyond the hour of death :

pangs; The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, The incessant care and labour of his mind In forms imaginary, the unguided days, Hath wrought the mure, that should confine And rotten times, that you shall look upon,

it in, When I am sleeping with my ancestors. So thin, that life looks through, and will break For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,

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P. Humph. The people fear me; for they do Re-enter Warwick, and the rest. observe

Cla.

Doth the king call ?
Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature:
The seasons change their manners, as the year

War. What would your majesty ? How fares

your grace ? Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them

K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, over.

my lords? Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb be Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my tween:

liege, And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, Who andertook to sit and watch by you. Say, it did so, a little time before

K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and

let me see him: diert.

He is not here. War. Speak lower, princes, for the king re War. This door is open; he is gone this way. cover's.

P. Humph. He came not through the cham P. Hum.ph. This apoplex will, certain, be his

ber where we stay'd. end

K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me

from my pillow? hence

War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left Into some other chamber : softly, 'pray.

it here. (They convey the King into an inner purt

K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence go,
of the room, and place him on a Béd. seek him out:
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends ; Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will wbisper musick to my weary spirit.

My sleep my death ?
War. Call for the musick in the other room.

Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him
hither.

[Erit Warwick. K. Hen. Set me the crown upon the pillow This part of his conjoins with my disease,

here.
Cla. His eye iş hollow, and he changes much. And helps to end me.-See, sons, what'things
War. Less noise, less noise.

How quickly nature falls into revolt,
Enter Prince Henry.

When gold becomes her object!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers
P. Hen. Who saw the duke of Clarence ? Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.

brains with care,
P Hen. How now! rain within doors, and Their bones with industry;
none abroad!

For this they have engrossed and pild up
How doth the king ?

The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
P. Humph. Exceeding ill.
P. Hen. Heard he the good news yet? Their sons with arts, and martial exercises ;

For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Tell it him.
P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hear. The virtuous sweets;

When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
ing it.
P. Hen. If he be sick

Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with

honey,
With joy, he will recover without physick. We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
War. Not so much noise, my lords ;-sweet Are murder'd for our pains. "This bitter taste
prince, speak low;

Yield his engrossments to the ending father.-
The king your father is dispos'd to sleep.
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.

Re-enter Warwick.
War. Will't please your grace to go along Now, where is he that will not stay so long
with us?

Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me? P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the king. (Exeunt all but P. Henry.

War. My lord, I found the prince in the next Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,

room,

Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; Being so troublesome a bedfellow?

With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, O polish'd perturbation! golden care!

That tyranny, which never quatt'd but blood, That keeps the ports of slumber open wide Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his To many a watchful night!-sleep with it now!

knife Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet, As he, whose brow, with homely biggin bound, K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the

With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!

crowu ?
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,

Re-enter Prince Henry.
That scalds with safety. By his grtes of breath Lo, where he comes.--Come hither to me,
There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:

Harry :-
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.
Perforce must move.-My gracious lord |--my

[Exeunt Clarence, Prince Humphrey, father

Lords, &c.
This eleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep, P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak
That from this golden rigol hath divorc d

again.
So many English kings. Thy due, from me, K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that
Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood;

thought :
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness, I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously: Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair,
My dne, from thee, is this imperial crown; That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine ho
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,-

Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
(Putting it on his head. Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm
Which heaven shall guard : and put the world's thee.
whole strength

Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Into one giant arm, it shall not force

Is held from falling with so weak a wind,
This lineal honour from me: This from thee That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exit. Thou hast stol'n' that, which after some few
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Were thine without offence; and, at my death, And make me as the poorest vassal is,
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:

That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not, K. Hen. O my son!
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.

Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence,
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts: That thou might'st win the more thy father's
Which thou hast welted on thy stony heart,

love, To slab at half an hour of my life.

Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour ? Come hither, Hairy, sit thou by my bed ; Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thy self; And hear, I think, the very latest counsel And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, That ever I shall breathe Heaven knows, my Tha: thou art crowned, not that I am dead.

son, Let all the tears that should beddew my hearse, By what by-paths, and indirect crooked ways, Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head: I met this crown; and I myself know well, Only compound me with forgotten dust; How troublesome it sat upon my head: Give that, which gave thee lite, unto the worms. To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; Better opinion, better confirmation ; For now a time is come to mock at form, For all the soil of the achievement goes Harry the fifth is crown'd ;-Up, vanity! With me into the earth. It seem'd in me, Down, royal state ! all you sage counsellors, But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous

hanl; And to the English court assemble now,

And I had many living, to upbraid From every region, apes of idleness !

My gain of it by their assistances; Now, neigtibour continues, purge you of your Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,

Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears, Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, Thou seest with peril I have answer'l: dance,

For all my reign hath been but as a scene Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit Acting that argument; and now my death The oldest sins the newest kind of ways? Changes the mode: for what in me was purBe happy, he will trouble you no more:

chasid, England shall double gild his treble guilt; Falls upon thee in a more fajrer sort; England shall give him office, honour, might: So thon the garland wear'st successively. For the fifth llarry from curb'd licence plucks Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than 1 The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog

could do, Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent.

Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green: O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! And all thy friends, which thou must make thy When that my care could not withhold thy friends, riots,

Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care ? By whose fell working I was first advanc'd, 0, thou wilt be a wilderness again,

And by whose power I wel! might lodge a fear Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! To be again displac'd: which to avoid, P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my I cut them off; and had a purpose now tears,

[Kneeling To lead out many to the Holy Land; The moist impediments unto my speech, kest rest, and lying still, might make them look I had forestall’d this dear and derp rebuke, Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard Be it thy conrse, to busy giddy minds The course of it so far. There is your crown; With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne And he that wears the crown iminortally,

out, Long guard it yours! If I affect it more, May waste the memory of the former days. Than as your honour, and as your renown, More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, Let me no more from this obedience rise, That strength of speech is utterly denier! me. Which my most true and inward duteous spirit How I came by the crown, O God, forgive ! Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending! And grant it may with thee in true peace live Heaven witness with me, when I here came in, P. Hen. My gracious liege, And found no course of breath within your ma. You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; jesty,

Then plain, and right, must my possession be: How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, Which I, with more than with a common pain, 0, let me in my present w dness die;

'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. And never live to show the incredulous world The noble change that I have purposed !

Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Warwick, Coming to look on yon, thinking you dead,

Lords, and others. (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,) K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of I spake unto the crown as having sense,

Lancaster And thus upbraided it: The care on thee de P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my pending,

royal father! Hith fed upon the body of my father ;

K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold, peace, son John ; Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, But, health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Preserving life in medcine potable:

From this hare, wither'd trunk : upon thy sight, But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most re- My worldly business makes a period. nowon'd,

Where is my lord of Warwick ? Hast cat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal P. Hen.

My lord of Warwick I liege,

K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Accusing it, I put it on my head;

Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? To try with it, -as with an enemy,

War. 'Tis callid Jerusalem, my noble lord. That had before my face murder'd my father, K. Hen. Laud be to God ! even there my lifa The quarrel of a true inheritor.

must end. But it it did infect my blood with joy,

It hath been prophesied to me many years, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; I should not die but in Jerusalem; If any rebel or vain spirit of mine

Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy Land: Did, with the least affection of a welcome, But, bear me to thai chamber; there I'll lie; Give entertainment to the might of it,

In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. (Eseur Let God forever keep it from my head!

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