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There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.
Enter HARCOURT.. Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty; And when they stand against you, may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of! The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, With a great power of English, and of Scots, Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown: The manner and true order of the fight, This packet, please it you, contains at large. K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news
make me sick ? Will fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest letters ? She either gives a stomach, and no food, Such are the poor, in health ; or else a feast, And takes away the stomach, - such are the rich, That have abundance, and enjoy it not. I should rejoice now at this happy news ; And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy: O me! come near me, now I am much ill.
[Swoons. P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty! Cla.
O, my royal father! West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look
War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these
fits 9 The detail contained in Prince John's letter.
Are with his highness very ordinary.
Cla. No, no ; he cannot long hold out these pangs;
P. Humph. The people fear me?; for they do ob
Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature :
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, and place him on a bed.
War. Call for the musick in the other room.
Enter Prince HENRY.
Who saw the duke of Clarence ?
2 Make me afraid. 3 An historical fact, on Oct. 12, 1411. 4 Melancholy, soothing.
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
abroad! How doth the king ?
P. Humph. Exceeding ill.
P. Hen. Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him.
P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.
P. Hen. If he be sick With joy, he will recover without physick. War. Not so much noise, my lords; - sweet prince,
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
-P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the king.
[Exeunt all but P. Henry. Why doth the crown lie there upon
My gracious lord ! my father! This sleep is sound indeed ; this is a sleep, That from this golden rigol? hath divorc'd So many English kings. Thy due, from me, s Gates.
Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood;
[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. [Exit.
K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster ! Clarence!
Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. Cla.
Doth the king call ? War. What would your majesty ? How fares your
K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my
lords? Cia. 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:
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
Their bones with industry;
Now, where is he that will not stay so long
* Taking toll.