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Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
life. What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thyself; And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, That thou art crown'd, not that I am dead. Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse, Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head: Only compound me with forgotten dust; Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; For now a time is come to mock at form, Harry the fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity! Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! And to the English court assemble now, From
every region, apes of idleness! Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit The oldest sins, the newest kind of ways? Be happy, he will trouble you no more: England shall double gild his treble guilt; England shall give him office, honour, might; For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent. O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! When that my care could not withhold thy riots, What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care? 0, thou wilt be a wilderness again, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants ! P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
· [Kneeling The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
-as with an enemy,
my father,– The quarrel of a true inheritor. 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, Give entertainment to the might of it, * Weight.
* To be taken.
Let God for ever keep it from
head! And make me as the poorest vassal is, That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Hen. O my son! Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son, By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, I met this crown; and I myself know well, How troublesome it sat upon my head: To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation; For ali the soil* of the achievement goes With me into the earth. It seem'd in me, But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand: And I had many living to upbraid My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed, Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fearst, Thou see'st, with peril I have answered: For all my reign hath been but as a scene Acting that argument; and now my
death Changes the mode 1: for what in me was purchas’ds, Falls upon
thee in a more fairer sort; So thon 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
* Spot, dirt. + Frights. State of things. & Purchase, in Shakspeare, frequently means stolen goods.
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
with thee in true peace live!
me; Then plain and right must my possession be: Which I, with more than with a common pain, 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
ADDRESS OF THE CHIEF JUSTICE TO KING HENRY Y.
WHOM HE HAD IMPRISONED.
If the deed were ill, Be you contented, wearing now the garland", To have a son set your decrees at nought; To pluck down justice from your awful bench; To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword That guards the peace and safety of your person: Nay, more!
spurn at your most royal image, And mock your workings in a second bodyt.
* Crown + Treat with contempt your acts executed by a repregentative,
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
your own dignity so much profan'd,
KING HENRY V.
INVOCATION TO THE MUSE.
O, FOR a muse of fire, that would ascend
PERFECTIONS OF KING HENRY V.
Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire, the king were made a prelate;