Derives itself to me.

Lo, here it sits,—

[Putting it on his head.

Which God 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
Will I to mine leave, as 't is left to me.

K. HEN. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence!

CLA.

Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest.

[Exit.

Doth the king call?

WAR. What would your majesty? How fares your grace?
K. HEN. Why did 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.

P. HUMPH. 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. [Exil 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 thought, their brains with care,
Their bones with industry;

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, culling from every flower

The virtuous sweets;

Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey,

We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,

Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste
Yields his engrossments to the ending father.-

Re-enter WARWICK.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long

Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?a

WAR. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;

(+) First folio omits, he is not here.

(*) First folio, heaven.

() First folio, sleepes.

"Till his friend sickness' hands," &c.

Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?-] Hath ended me.

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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. He is coming hither.

K. HEN. But wherefore did he take away the crown?
Re-enter PRINCE HENRY.

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

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[Exeunt CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY, Lords, &c.

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 honours

Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!

Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee.
Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with so weak a wind,
That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.

Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours,
Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:

Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assur'd of it.

Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.

What! can'st 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 crowned, 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:

(*) First folio, thy.

(†) First folio, Henry.

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?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,

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 forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,

Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown;
And He that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most true and inward-duteous spirit
Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending.
Godt witness with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
O, let me in my present wildness die ;

And never live to show the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
(And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,)
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.

Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,

Preserving life in medcine potable:a

But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,

Hast eat thy bearer up. 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;

If any rebel, or vain spirit of mine

Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let Godt for ever keep it from my head!

(*) First folio, most.

First folio, the.

(+) First folio, Heaven.
(S) First folio omits, most.

[Kneeling.

Med'cine potable:] In allusion to the once prevalent notion that a solution of gold was the "sovereign'st thing on earth" for bodily ailments, and that "the incorruptibility of the metal might be communicated to the body impregnated with it."

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 all 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 fears,a
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: for what in me was purchas'd,"
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;

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,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whose fell working I was first advanc'd,
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displac'd: which to avoid,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now

To lead out many to the Holy Land;

Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds

(*) First folio, joyne.

All these bold fears,-] "Fear," Johnson says, "is here used in the active sense, for that which causes fear." Fears are objects of fear; but, by these "bold fears,' may be meant," bold feers," that is, allies or companions, in the same sense that we apprehend the king uses the word in Act I. Sc. 3, of the first portion of this play :"Shall we buy treason? and indent with feers."

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b Was purchas'd,-] Gained by force. Purchase, with our old writers, was obliquely used in the sense of goods obtained by dishonest means, or at least by might rather than right.

And all thy friends,-] Tyrwhitt conjectured we should read " my friends," but there is still a difficulty, as the king is recommending the prince to ingratiate himself with persons whom he tells us immediately afterwards, he has cut off. Monck Mason, for "I cut them off," would therefore print "I cut some off."

With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God,* forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
P. HEN. My gracious liege,

You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it 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.

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
From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,
My worldly business makes a period.
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 call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.

K. HEN. Laud be to God!*-even there my life must end. (4)
It hath been prophesied to me many years,

I should not die but in Jerusalem;

Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land:

But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;

In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

A Hall in Shallow's House.

SCENE I.-Gloucestershire.

Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page.

SHAL. By cock and pye, (1) 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, Davy,-let me see, Davy;-let me see,

(*) First folio, heaven.

(†) First folio omits, sir.