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   King Henry IV, Part II
ACT IV SCENE IV Westminster. The Jerusalem Chamber. 
 Enter KING HENRY IV, the Princes Thomas of CLARENCEand Humphrey of GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others 
KING HENRY IV Now, lords, if 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. 5
 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, 10
 Come underneath the yoke of government. 
WARWICK Both which we doubt not but your majesty 
 Shall soon enjoy. 
KING HENRY IV Humphrey, my son of Gloucester, 
 Where is the prince your brother? 15
GLOUCESTER I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor. 
KING HENRY IV And how accompanied? 
GLOUCESTER I do not know, my lord. 
KING HENRY IV Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? 
GLOUCESTER No, my good lord; he is in presence here. 20
CLARENCE What would my lord and father? 
KING HENRY IV Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence. 
 How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother? 
 He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; 
 Thou hast a better place in his affection 25
 Than 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, 30
 Nor lose the good advantage of his grace 
 By seeming cold or careless of his will; 
 For he is gracious, if he be observed: 
 He hath a tear for pity and a hand 
 Open as day for melting charity: 35
 Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint, 
 As humorous as winter and as sudden 
 As flaws congealed in the spring of day. 
 His temper, therefore, must be well observed: 
 Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, 40
 When thou perceive his blood inclined to mirth; 
 But, being moody, give him line and scope, 
 Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, 
 Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas, 
 And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends, 45
 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 50
 As aconitum or rash gunpowder. 
CLARENCE I shall observe him with all care and love. 
KING HENRY IV Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas? 
CLARENCE He is not there to-day; he dines in London. 
KING HENRY IV And how accompanied? canst thou tell that? 55
CLARENCE With Poins, and other his continual followers. 
KING HENRY IV 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: 60
 The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape 
 In forms imaginary the unguided days 
 And rotten times that you shall look upon 
 When I am sleeping with my ancestors. 
 For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, 65
 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 opposed decay! 
WARWICK My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: 70
 The prince but studies his companions 
 Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language, 
 'Tis needful that the most immodest word 
 Be look'd upon and learn'd; which once attain'd, 
 Your highness knows, comes to no further use 75
 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, 80
 Turning past evils to advantages. 
KING HENRY IV 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb 
 In the dead carrion. 
 Enter WESTMORELAND 
 Who's here? Westmoreland? 
WESTMORELAND Health to my sovereign, and new happiness 85
 Added to that that I am to deliver! 
 Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand: 
 Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all 
 Are brought to the correction of your law; 
 There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd 90
 But peace puts forth her olive every where. 
 The manner how this action hath been borne 
 Here at more leisure may your highness read, 
 With every course in his particular. 
KING HENRY IV O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, 95
 Which ever in the haunch of winter sings 
 The lifting up of day. 
 Enter HARCOURT 
 Look, here's more news. 
HARCOURT From enemies heaven keep your majesty; 
 And, when they stand against you, may they fall 100
 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 105
 This packet, please it you, contains at large. 
KING HENRY IV 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; 110
 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: 115
 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. 
WARWICK Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits 120
 Are with his highness very ordinary. 
 Stand from him. Give him air; he'll straight be well. 
CLARENCE 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 125
 So thin that life looks through and will break out. 
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. 130
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. 135
GLOUCESTER This apoplexy will certain be his end. 
KING HENRY IV I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence 
 Into some other chamber: softly, pray. 


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