And rotten times, that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

Ch. Just. My gracious lord, you look beyond him

quite:

The prince but studies his companions,

Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the language, 'Tis needful, that the most immodest word

Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd, Comes to no further use,

But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms, The prince will, in the perfectness of time,

Cast off his followers: and their memory

Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of others;
Turning past evils to advantages.

K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her

comb

In the dead carrion.

Enter Earl of WESTMORELAND, with Letters.

Who's here? - Westmoreland?

West. Health to my sovereign! and new happiness Added to that which I am to deliver! Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand: Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, Are brought to the correction of your law; There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd, But peace puts forth her olive every where. The manner how this action hath been borne, Here, at more leisure, may your highness read; With every course, in his particular...

K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day.

And wherefore should these good news make me

sick?

Will fortune never come with both hands full ?
I should rejoice now at this happy news;

And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy :

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Are with his highness very ordinary.

Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.

P. Thom. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs.

Ch. Just. Speak lower, princes, for the king reco

[They support the King to his couch.

Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

West. Call for the music in the other room.

Tell it him.

The king your father is dispos'd to sleep.

P. Thom. Let us withdraw into the other room. West. Will't please your grace to go along with us? P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the

king.

:

[Exeunt all but the Prince.

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bed-fellow?
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night!-sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
As he, whose brow, with homely biggin bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move. -My gracious lord! my fa-

Enter Prince THOMAS, Prince HUMPHREY, Earl of WESTMORELAND, and Pages.

P. Thom. Doth the king call?

P. Humph. What would your majesty? How fares your grace?

K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?

P. Thom. 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.

For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises;
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
The virtuous sweets,

Our thighs with wax, our mouths with honey,

pack'd,

We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains.

Enter Earl of WESTMORELAND.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?

West. My lord, I found the prince in the next

room,

Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife

With gentle eye-drops.

Enter HENRY, Prince of WALES.

He is coming hither.

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K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the

crown?

Lo, where he comes. - Come hither to me, Harry
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

[Exeunt all but the King and the Prince.

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 mine empty chair,
That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours
Before thy hour be ripe?

Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself;
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
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,