Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to sit and watch by you. K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me see him. He is not here. War. This door is open; he is gone this way. P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where we staid. K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence; go, seek him out; Is he so hasty that he doth suppose My sleep my death? Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. [Exit WARWICK. This part of his conjoins with my disease, And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you are! How quickly nature falls into revolt, When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish, over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, For this they have engrossed and piled up Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey, Re-enter WARWICK. Now, where is he that will not stay so long War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown? Re-enter PRINCE HENRY. Lo, where he comes.- Come hither to me, Harry.- [Exeunt CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY, P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought; I stay too long by thee; I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honors Before thy hour be ripe? O, foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Thou hast stolen that, which, after some few hours, Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum. The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog O, my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, The moist impediments unto my speech, I had forestalled this dear and deep rebuke, [Kneeling. Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard And thus upbraided it:-The care on thee depending, Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold. Preserving life in med'cine potable; But thou, most fine, most honored, most renowned, To try with it, as with an enemy, That had before my face murdered my father,- But if it did infect my blood with joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; If any rebel or vain spirit of mine Did, with the least affection of a welcome, And make me as the poorest vassal is, That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence, That thou mightst win the more thy father's love, Come hither, Harry; sit thou by my bed; That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son, My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed, So thou the garland wear'st successively. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I. could do, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends, By whose fell working I was first advanced, I cut them off; and had a purpose now Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me: Enter PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, WARWICK, Lords, and others. K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father! K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace, son John; But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Where is my lord of Warwick? P. Hen. My lord of Warwick! K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. 'Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. K. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land.- [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Glostershire. A Hall in Shallow's House. Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night. -What, Davy, I say! Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused.-Why, Davy! Davy. Here, sir. Enter DAVY. Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see.-Yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be excused. |