There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd, K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer 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; Will fortune never come with both hands full, Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast, [Swoons. P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty ! up! War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits 9 The detail contained in Prince John's letter. Are with his highness very ordinary. Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well. Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs; The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure', that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. P. Humph. The people fear me2; for they do ob serve Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature: over. Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between 3: And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray. [They convey the King into an inner part of the room, and place him on a bed. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper musick to my weary spirit. War. Call for the musick in the other room. 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. P. Hen. If he be sick 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? king. P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the [Exeunt all but P. HENRY. Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow? O polish'd perturbation! golden care! ther! This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep, 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 K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence! Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. [Exit. Cla. 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: 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, 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 8 Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste 9 Re-enter WARWICK. Now, where is he that will not stay so long room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown? • Taking toll. • Accumulations. • Ended. |