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   King Henry IV, Part II
ACT IV SCENE V Another chamber. 
 KING HENRY IV lying on a bed: CLARENCE,GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others in attendance 
KING HENRY IV Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; 
 Unless some dull and favourable hand 
 Will whisper music to my weary spirit. 
WARWICK Call for the music in the other room. 5
KING HENRY IV 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 HENRY Who saw the Duke of Clarence? 
CLARENCE I am here, brother, full of heaviness. 10
PRINCE HENRY How now! rain within doors, and none abroad! 
 How doth the king? 
GLOUCESTER Exceeding ill. 
PRINCE HENRY Heard he the good news yet? 
 Tell it him. 15
GLOUCESTER He alter'd much upon the hearing it. 
PRINCE HENRY If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic. 
WARWICK Not so much noise, my lords: sweet prince, 
 speak low; 
 The king your father is disposed to sleep. 20
CLARENCE Let us withdraw into the other room. 
WARWICK Will't please your grace to go along with us? 
PRINCE HENRY No; I will sit and watch here by the king. 
 Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY 
 Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, 
 Being so troublesome a bedfellow? 25
 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 30
 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, 
 That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath 
 There lies a downy feather which stirs not: 35
 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 divorced 
 So many English kings. Thy due from me 40
 Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood, 
 Which nature, love, and filial tenderness, 
 Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously: 
 My due from thee is this imperial crown, 
 Which, as immediate as thy place and blood, 45
 Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits, 
 Which God 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 
 Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. 50
 Exit 
KING HENRY IV 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? 
KING HENRY IV Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? 
CLARENCE We left the prince my brother here, my liege, 55
 Who undertook to sit and watch by you. 
KING HENRY IV The Prince of Wales! Where is he? let me see him: 
 He is not here. 
WARWICK This door is open; he is gone this way. 
GLOUCESTER He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. 60
KING HENRY IV Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? 
WARWICK When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. 
KING HENRY IV The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out. 
 Is he so hasty that he doth suppose 
 My sleep my death? 65
 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 
 When gold becomes her object! 70
 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 piled up 
 The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; 75
 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, 80
 We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees, 
 Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste 
 Yield his engrossments to the ending father. 
 Re-enter WARWICK 
 Now, where is he that will not stay so long 
 Till his friend sickness hath determined me? 85
WARWICK My lord, I found the prince in the next room, 
 Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks, 
 With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow 
 That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, 
 Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife 90
 With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. 
KING HENRY IV But wherefore did he take away the crown? 
 Re-enter PRINCE HENRY 
 Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry. 
 Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. 
 Exeunt WARWICK and the rest 
PRINCE HENRY I never thought to hear you speak again. 95
KING HENRY IV Thy wish was father, 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! 100
 Thou seek'st the greatness that will o'erwhelm 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 stolen that which after some few hours 105
 Were thine without offence; and at my death 
 Thou hast seal'd up my expectation: 
 Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not, 
 And thou wilt have me die assured of it. 
 Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, 110
 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? 
 Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself, 
 And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear 115
 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: 
 Only compound me with forgotten dust 
 Give that which gave thee life unto the worms. 120
 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, 125
 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? 130
 Be happy, he will trouble you no more; 
 England shall double gild his treble guilt, 
 England shall give him office, honour, might; 
 For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks 
 The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog 135
 Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent. 
 O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! 
 When that my care could not withhold thy riots, 
 What wilt thou do when riot is thy care? 
 O, thou wilt be a wilderness again, 140
 Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! 
PRINCE HENRY O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, 
 The moist impediments unto my speech, 
 I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke 
 Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard 145
 The course of it so far. There is your crown; 
 And He that wears the crown immortally 
 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, 150
 Which my most inward true and duteous spirit 
 Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending. 
 God 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, 155
 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, 160
 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; 
 Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold: 
 Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, 165
 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 170
 That had before my face murder'd my father, 
 The quarrel of a true inheritor. 
 But if it did infect my blood with joy, 
 Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; 
 If any rebel or vain spirit of mine 175
 Did with the least affection of a welcome 
 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! 180
KING HENRY IV O my son, 
 God put it in thy mind to take it hence, 
 That thou mightst win the more thy father's love, 
 Pleading so wisely in excuse of it! 
 Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; 185
 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. 190
 To thee it shall descend with bitter 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, 195
 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; 200
 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 purchased, 
 Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort; 
 So thou the garland wear'st successively. 205
 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 advanced 210
 And by whose power I well might lodge a fear 
 To be again displaced: which to avoid, 
 I cut them off; and had a purpose now 
 To lead out many to the Holy Land, 
 Lest rest and lying still might make them look 215
 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 220
 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! 
PRINCE HENRY My gracious liege, 
 You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; 225
 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 Lord John of LANCASTER 
KING HENRY IV Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. 
LANCASTER Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father! 230
KING HENRY IV Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John; 
 But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown 
 From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight 
 My worldly business makes a period. 
 Where is my Lord of Warwick? 235
PRINCE HENRY My Lord of Warwick! 
 Enter WARWICK, and others 
KING HENRY IV Doth any name particular belong 
 Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? 
WARWICK 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord. 
KING HENRY IV Laud be to God! even there my life must end. 240
 It hath been prophesied to me many years, 
 I should not die but in Jerusalem; 
 Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land: 
 But bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie; 
 In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. 245
 Exeunt 


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