THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ACT III. Scene I.-Westminster. A Room in the Palace. K. HEN. How many thousand of my poorest subjects Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Enter PRINCE HENRY. [Sleeps. PRINCE. Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow ? 22976GB O polish'd perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath [Putting it on his head. Which heaven shall guard; and put the world's whole strength Into one giant arm, it shall not force This lineal honour from me. This from thee [Exit. K. HEN. (Waking). Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence! Re-enter WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest. K. HEN. Why did Doth the king call? your majesty? How fares your you leave me here alone, my lords? 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. GLO. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. 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. Re-enter the PRINCE. [Exeunt WARWICK and the rest. PRINCE. 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 honours Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Is held from falling with so weak a wind Thou hast stol'n that which after some few hours Thy life did manifest thou lov'dst me not, Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: England shall give him office, honour, might; O my poor kingdom! sick with civil blows, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants. PRINCE. O pardon me, my liege; but for my tears, The moist impediments unto my speech, I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard Long guard it yours! God witness with me, when I here came in, And found no course of breath within your majesty, And never live to show the incredulous world I spake unto the crown as having sense, And thus upbraided it: "The care on thee depending Hath fed upon the body of my father. Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold:" Thus, my most royal liege, Accusing it, I put it on my head, To try with it, as with an enemy That had before my face murder'd 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; 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! K. HEN. O my son! God put it in thy mind to take it hence, That thou mightst win the more thy father's love, THE LIFE OF KING HENRY THE FIFTH BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ACT V. Scene I.-France. An English Court of Guard. Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past. FLU. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, asse my friend, Captain Gower. The rascally, scald, beggarly, pragging knave, Pistol,—which you and yourself and all the 'orld know to be no petter than a fellow,-look you now, of no merits, he is come to me and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and pid me eat my leek. It was in a place where I could not preed no contention with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires. Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. Enter PISTOL. FLU. 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol! you scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you! PIST. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Troyan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. FLU. I peseech you heartily, scurvy lousy knave, at my desires and my requests and my petitions to eat, look you, this leek; pecause, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections and your appetites and your digestions does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it. PIST. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. FLU. (Strikes him). There is one goat for you. Will you be so good, scald knave, as eat it? PIST. Base Troyan, thou shalt die. |