Only we want a little perfonal ftrength, And pause us, till these Rebels, now a foot, War. Both which, we doubt not, but your Majesty Shall foon enjoy. K. Henry. Humphry, my fon of Gloucester, Where is the Prince your brother? Glou. I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windfor. K. Henry. And how accompanied? Glou. I do not know, my lord. K. Henry. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, Glou. No, my good lord, he is in presence here. K. Henry. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of How chance thou art not with the Prince thy brother? Between his greatnefs and thy other brethren. Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; 3 His temper therefore must be well obferv'd; And thou fhalt prove a fhelter to thy friends, Cla. I fhall obferve him with all care and love. Cla. He is not there to day; he dines in London. that? Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers. K. Henry. Moft fubject is the fatteft foil to weeds; And he, the noble image of my youth, Is over fpread with them; therefore my grief The blood weeps from my heart, when I do fhape, intenfe towards the morning) and being afterwards railed and let loofe by the warmth of the fun, occafion thofe fudden and impetuous gufts of wind which are called F.aws. HANMER. 5 Ref gun porder] Pa is quic', a olent, fudan. This reprefentation of the prince, is a natural picture of a young man whofe pations are yet too strong for his virtues. Y 2 Oh, Oh, with what wings fhall his * affection fly War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite; The Prince but ftudies his companions, Like a frange tongue, wherein to gain the language, "Tis needful, that the moft immodeft word Be look'd upon and learn'd; which once attain'd, By which his grace muft mète the lives of others; K. Henry. 'Tis feldom, when the Bee doth leave her comb In the dead carrion.-Who's here? Westmorland! Weft. Health to my Sovereign, and new happiness Added to that, which I am to deliver! Prince John, your fon, doth kifs your Grace's hand: your Law; *—his affection] His paffions; his inordinate defires. 6 'Tis feldom when the bee, &c] As the bee, having once placed her comb in a carcafe, ftays by her honey, fo he that has once K. Henry. K. Henry. O Westmorland, thou art a fummer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter fings The lifting up of day. Enter Harcourt. Look, here's more news. Har. From enemies heav'n keep your Majefty: The Earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, K. Henry. And wherefore fhould these good news make me fick? Will fortune never come with both hands full, 0 Glou. Comfort your Majefty! Cla. Oh, my royal father! Weft. My fovereign lord, chear up your felf, look up. War. Be patient, Princes; you do know, these fits Are with his Highnefs very ordinary. pangs; Stand from him, give him air; he'll ftraight be well. that is, in this detail, in this ac- 8 Hath wrought the mure,-] Count which is minute and diftinct. i. e. the wall, POPE. So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. That our great Granfire Edward fick'd and dy'd. K. Henry. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence Into fome other chamber. Softly, 'pray. Will whisper mufick to my weary spirit. War. Call for the mufick in the other room. |