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Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath. \_Exetmt.

Scene III. Another Part of the Forest

Alarum. Excursions. Enter Falstaff and Colevile,

meeting

Falstaff. What 's your name, sir? of what condition
are you, and of what place, I pray ?



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Colevile. I am a knight, sir ; and my name is Cole-
vile of the Dale.

Falstaff. Well, then, Colevile is your name, a knight
is your degree, and your place the dale. Colevile
shall be still your name, a traitor your degree, and the
dungeon your place, a place deep enough j so shall
you be still Colevile of the dale.

Colevile. Are not you Sir John Falstnff? lo

Falstaff. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am.
Do ye yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? If I do
sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and they weep
for thy death ; therefore rouse up fear and trembling,
and do observance to my mercy.

Colevile. I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in
that thought yield me.

Falstaff. I have a whole school of tongues in this
belly of mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any
other word but my name. An I had but a belly of 20
any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow
in Europe ; my womb, my womb, my womb undoes
me. — Here comes our general.

Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland,
Blunt, and others

Laftcaster. The heat is past ; follow no further now. —
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland. —

\_Exit Westmoreland.
Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while?
When every thing is ended, then you come.



Scene III] Second Part of King Henry IV 109

These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life,
One time or other break some gallows' back.

Fahtaff. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be 30
thus ; I never knew yet but rebuke and check was the
reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an
arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old motion,
the expedition of thought ? I have speeded hither with
the very extremest inch of possibility, I have foundered
nine score and odd posts, and here, travel-tainted as I
am, have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken
Sir John Colevile of the Dale, a most furious knight
and valorous enemy. But what of that? he saw me,
and yielded ; that I may justly say, with the hook- 40
nosed fellow of Rome, 1 came, saw, and overcame.

Lancaster. It was more of his courtesy than your
deserving.

Fahtaff. I know not ; here he is, and here I yield
him ; and I beseech your grace, let it be booked with
the rest of this day's deeds,, or, by the Lord, I will have
it in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on
the top on 't, Colevile kissing my foot. To the which
course if I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt
twopences to me, and I in the clear sky of fame o'er- 50
shine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of
the element, which show like pins' heads to her, beheve
not the word of the noble. Therefore let me have
right, and let desert mount.

Lancaster. Thine 's too heavy to mount.

Falstaff. Let it shine, then.



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Lancaster. Thine 's too thick to shine.

Falstaff. Let it do something, my good lord, that
may do me good, and call it what you will.

Lancaster. Is thy name Colevile? 60

Colevile. It is, my lord.

Lancaster. A famous rebel art thou, Colevile.

Falstaff. And a famous true subject took him.

Colevile. I am, my lord, but as my betters are,
That led me hither ; had they been rul'd by me,
You should have won them dearer than you have.

Falstaff. I know not how they sold themselves, but
thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away gratis ;
and I thank thee for thee.

Re-enter Westmoreland

Lancaster. Now, have you left pursuit? 70

Westmoreland. Retreat is made and execution stay'd.

Lancaster. Send Colevile with his confederates
To York, to present execution. —
Blunt, lead him hence, and see you guard him sure, —

\_Exeunt Blunt and others with Colevile.
And now dispatch we toward the court, my lords.
I hear the king my father is sore sick ;
Our news shall go before us to his majesty, —
Which, cousin, you shall bear to comfort him,
And we with sober speed will follow you.

Falstaff. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to 80
go through Gloucestershire ; and, when you come to
court, stand my good lord, pray, in your good report.



Scene III] Second Part of King Henry IV iii

Lancaster. Fare you well, Falstaff; I, in my condition,
Shall better speak of you than you deserve.

\_Exeiint all hut Falstaff.

Falstaff. I would yon had but the wit ; 't were
better than your dukedom. Good faith, this same
young sober-blooded boy doth not love me ; nor a
man cannot make him laugh ; but that 's no marvel,
he drinks no wine. There 's never none of these
demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth 90
so over-cool their blood, and making many fish-meals,
that they are generally fools and cowards, which some
of us should be too but for inflammation. A good
sherris-sack hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends
me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and
dull and crudy vapours which environ it, makes it
apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery,
and delectable shapes, which, delivered o'er to the
voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excel-
lent wit.t The second property of your excellent 100
sherris is the warming of the blood, which, before
cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which
is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice ; but the
sherris warms it and makes it course from the inwards
to the parts extreme. It illumineth the face, which as
a beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little
kingdom, man, to arm ; and then the vital commoners
and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain,
the heart, who, great and puffed up with this retinue,
doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of no



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sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without
sack, for that sets it a-work ; and learning a mere hoard
of gold kept by a devil, till sack commences it and sets
it in act and use. Hereof comes it that Prince Harry
is valiant ; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit
of his father, he liath, like lean, sterile, and bare land,
manured, husbanded, and tilled with excellent endeav-
our of drinking good and good store of fertile sherris,
that he is become very hot and vahant. If I had a
thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach
them should be, to forswear thin potations and to ad-
dict themselves to sack. 122

Enter Bardolph
How now, Bardolph?

Bardo/ph. The army is discharged all and gone.

Falstaff. Let them go. I '11 through Gloucester-
shire ; and there will I visit Master Robert Shallow,
esquire. I have him already tempering between my
finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him.
Come away. \_Exeunt.

Scene IV. Westminster. The Jerusalem Chamber

Enter the King, the Princes Thomas of Clarence and
Humphrey of Gloucester, Warwick, and others

King. Now, lords, ff God doth give successful end
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields
And draw no swords but what are sanctified.



Scene IV] Second Part of King Henry IV 113

Our navy is address'd, our power collected,

Our substitutes in absence well invested,

And every thing lies level to our wish ;

Only, we want a little personal strength,

And pause us till these rebels, now afoot,

Come underneath the yoke of government. 10

IVanoick. Both which we doubt not but your majesty
Shall soon enjoy.

King. Humphrey, my son of Gloucester,

Where is the prince your brother?

Gloucester. I think he 's gone to hunt, my lord, at
Windsor.

Kifig. And how accompanied?

Gloucester. I do not know, my lord.

King. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him ?

Gloucester. No, my good lord ; he is in presence here.

Claj'cnce. What would my lord and father?

King. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.
How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother? 20
He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas.
Thou hast a better place in his affection
Then all thy brothers ; cherish it, my boy,
And noble offices thou mayst effect
Of mediation, after I am dead.
Between his greatness and thy other brethren.
Therefore omit him not ; blunt not his love,
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace
By seeming cold or careless of his will,
For he is gracious, if he be observ'd. 30

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He hath a tear for pity and a hand
Open as day for melting charity;
Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he 's flint,
As humorous as winter, and as sudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd.
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth ;
But, being moody, give him line and scope, /^

/Till that his passions, hke a whale on ground, -^^^/.f/f^o/^
Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas,
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends,
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in.
That the united vessel of their blood.
Mingled with venom of suggestion —
As, force perforce, the age will pour it in —
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum or rash gunpowder.

Clarence. I shall observe him with all care and love. 49

King. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?

Clarence. He is not there to-day ; he dines in London.

King. And how accompanied? canst thou tell that?

Clarence. With Poins, and other his continual fol-
lowers.

King. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
And he, the noble image of my youth.
Is overspread with them \ therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.
The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape



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In forms imaginary the unguided days

And rotten times that you shall look upon 60

When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,

When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,

When means and lavish manners meet together,

O, with what wings shall his affections fly

Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay !

Wanoick. My gracious lord, you look beyond him "7
quite.
The prince but studies his companions
Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
'T is needful that the most immodest word 70

Be look'd upon and learn'd, which, once attain'd, ;..

Your highness knows, 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.

King. 'T is seldom when the bee doth leave her comb
In the dead carrion. —

Enter Westmoreland

Who 's here? Westmoreland ! 80
Westmoreland. Health to my sovereign, and new hap-
piness
Added to that that I am to deliver !



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Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand ;

Mowbray, tlie 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 everywhere.

The manner how this action hath been borne

Here at more leisure may your highness read,

With every course in his particular. 90

King. O ^Vestmoreland, thou art a summer bird.
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day. —

Enter Harcourt

Look, here 's more news.

Harcotirt. 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 100

This packet, please it you, contains at large.

King. 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,



Scene IV] Second Part of King Henry IV 117

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. — no

O me ! come near me, now I am much ill.

Gloucester. Comfort, your majesty !

Clarence. O my royal father !

Westmoreland. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself,
look up.

War7vick. Be patient, princes; you do know, these
fits
Are with his highness very ordinary.
Stand from him, give him air ; he '11 straight be well.

Clai-ence. 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. 120

Gloucester. The people fear me ; for they do observe
Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature ;
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep and leap'd them over.

Clarence. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb
between ;
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles.
Say it did so a little time before
That our great-grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.

Warwick. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.

Gloucester. This apoplexy will certain be his end. 130

King. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence
Into some other chamber ; softly, pray. [^Exeunt.



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Scene V. Another ChaiJiber

The King lying on a bed : Clarence, Gloucester, War-
wick, and others in attendance

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

Warwick. Call for music in the other room.

King. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.

Clarence. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.

Warwick. Less noise, less noise !

Enter Prince Henry

Prince. Who saw the Duke of Clarence ?

Clarence. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.

Prince. How now ! rain within doors, and none
abroad !
How doth the king? lo

Gloucester. Exceeding ill.

Prince. Heard he the good news yet?

Tell it him.

Gloucester. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.

Prince. If he be sick with joy, he will recover
Without physic.

Warwick. Not so much noise, my lords. — Sweet
prince, speak low ;
The king your father is dispos'd to sleep.

Clarence. Let us withdraw into the other room.



Scene V] Second Part of King Henry IV 119

Warwick. Will 't please your grace to go along
with us?

Prince. No ; I will sit and watch here by the king. —

\_Exeuiit all but the Prince.
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, 21

Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
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 biggen 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, 30

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 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
Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood.
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously; 40

My due from thee is this imperial crown.
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits.
Which God shall guard; and put the world's whole
strength



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Into one giant arm, it shall not force
Tills lineal honour from me ; this from thee
\\'i]l I to mine leave, as 't is left to me. \_Exit.

King. Warwick ! Gloucester ! Clarence !

Re-enter Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence, and the rest

Clarence. Doth the king call?

Warwick. What would your majesty? How fares
your grace? 50

King. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?
Clarence. We left the prince my brother here, my
liege.
Who undertook to sit and watch by you.

King. The Prince of Wales ! Where is he? let me see
him ;
He is not here.

Warivick. This door is open ; he is gone this way.
Gloucester. He came not through the chamber where

we stay'd.
King. Where is the crown? who took it from my

pillow?
Warwick. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it

here.
King. The prince hath ta'en it hence ; go, seek him
out. 60

Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
My sleep my death ? —
Find him, my Lord of Warwick ; chide him hither. —

\_^Exit Warwick.



Scene V] Second Part of King Henry IV 121

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 ; 70

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 pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
Are murthered for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments to the ending father. — 80

Re-enter Warwick

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

Warwick. 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. He is coming hither.

King. But wherefore did he take away the crown?



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Re-enter Prince Henry

Lo, where he comes. — Come hither to me, Harry. — 9°
Depart the chamber ; leave us here alone.

\Exeunt Warwick and the i-est.

Prince. I never thought to hear you speak again.

King. Thy^^ft^Sk wa^Jiithfir,.. 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 ? 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 loo

That it will quickly drop ; my day is dim.
Thou hast stolen 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 them 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 ! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? no

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.



Scene V] Second Part of King Henry IV 123

Only compound me with forgotten dust ;

Give that which gave thee hfe unto the worms.

Pkick down my officers, break my decrees ;

For now a time is come to mock at form.

Harry the Fifth is crown'd ! up, vanity ! 120

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, murther, 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 ; 130

For the fifth Harry from curb'd hcense plucks

The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog

Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent. —

my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows !
^Vhen 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 !

Prince. O, pardon me, my hege ! but for my tears.
The moist impediments unto my speech, 140

1 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



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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 inward true and duteous spirit

Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending.

God witness with me, when I here came in, 150

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 this crown as having sense,

And thus upbraided it : ' The care on thee depending

Hath fed upon the body of my father ; 160

Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold.

Other, less fine in carat, is more precious.

Preserving life in medicine potable ;

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 murther'd my father,

The quarrel of a true inheritor.

But if it did infect my blood with joy 170

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



Scene V] Second Part of King Henry IV 125

Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head,
And make me as the poorest vassal is
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it !

King. O my son,
God put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou mightst win the more thy father's love, .180
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. God 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 190

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
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, 200
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort,
So thou the garland wear'st successively.



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Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,

Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green ;

And all my 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 210

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

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 ! 220

Prince. 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

King. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.
Lancaster. Health, peace, and happiness to my royal


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