War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his end. K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray. [They convey the King into an inner part of the room Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Will whisper musick to my weary spirit. War. Call for the musick in the other room. P. Hen. Enter Prince HENRY. Who saw the duke of Clarence? Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad! How doth the king? P. Humph. Exceeding ill. P. Hen. Tell it him. Heard he the good news yet? P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. With joy, he will recover without physick. War. Not so much noise, my lords:-sweet prince, speak low; The king your father is dispos'd to sleep. Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room. War. 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 P. HENRY Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, O polish'd perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide [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 Will I to mine leave, as 'tis 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. [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, Their bones with industry; For this they have engrossed and pil'd up The virtuous sweets; Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, 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, P. 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 Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours, Thou hast seal'd up my expectation: Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not, What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? For now a time is come to mock at form, Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: The oldest sins the newest kind of ways? Be happy, he will trouble you no more: |