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Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,

Derives itself to me.

Lo, here it sits,

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[Putting it on his Head. guard: And put the world's

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 the Prince. K. Hen. Westmoreland! Gloster! Clarence!

Enter PRINCE THOMAS, PRINCE HUMPHREY, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, and PAGES.

P. Thom. Doth the king call?

P. Humph. What would your majesty? How fares your grace?

K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?

P. Thom. 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.

West. 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?

West. 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 Westmoreland: chide him hi

ther.

[Exit WESTMORELAND.

This part of his conjoins with my disease,

And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you

are !

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

Have broke their sleeps with thought, their brains with care,

Their bones with industry;

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, tolling from every flower
The virtuous sweets,

Our thighs with wax, our mouths with honey, pack'd,

We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,

Are murder'd for our pains.

Enter EARL OF WESTMORELAND.

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

West. 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.

Enter HENRY PRINCE OF WALES.

He is coming hither.

K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the

crown?

Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry: Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

[Exeunt all but the King and the Prince P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

my

honours

I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair,
That thou wilt needs invest thee with
Before thy hour be ripe?
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.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form:
Harry the fifth is crown'd :-Up, vanity!
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, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall give him office, honour, might;
For the fifth Harry from curb'd license plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth in

Oh, my poor kingdom,

every innocent.

Oh, thou wilt be a wilderness again!

Thou 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,
That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.

Thou hast stol'n 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, thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assur'd of it.

P. Hen. Oh, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,

[Kneeling.

I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
you with grief had spoke, and I had heard

Ere

The course of it so far. There is your crown;
And He, that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours!

Heaven witness with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
Oh, 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 depend ing,

Hath fed upon the body of my father,

my father,—

And 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 murder'd
The quarrel of a true inheritor :
But, if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride,---
any rebel or vain spirit of mine

If

Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,-
Let Heaven for ever keep it from my head!
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Hen. O my son,

Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence,
That thou might'st win the more thy father's love,
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.-

Heaven knows my son,

[The Prince sits by the King.

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
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 blood shed:
All these bold fears,

Thou seest, with peril I have answered:

Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; 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 deny'd me.
How I came by the crown, O Heaven, forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
P. Hen. 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, PRINCE HUM-
PHREY, PRINCE THOMAS, EARL OF WESTMORE-
LAND, and PAGES.

K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster!

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!

K.Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace, son John;

But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown

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