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 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! 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 pil'd up Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste Now, where is he that will not stay so long War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry :- [Exeunt CLAR. P. HUMPH. Lords, &c. P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours, Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not, What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence? Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! [2] Thou hast confirmed my opinion. JOHNS. [3] i. e. Curator. A bold figure. So Eumæus is styled by Ovid, Epist. r: immundæ cura fidelis hare." TYRWHITT. P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, The moist impediments unto my speech, [Kneeling. I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke, And never live to show the incredulous world (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,) And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending, Therefore, thou, best of gold art worst of gold: Preserving life in med'cine potable:4 But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, To try with it,-as with an enemy, 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; Did, with the least affection of a welcome, Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, [4] There has long prevailed an opinion that a solution of gold has great medicinal virtues, and that the incorruptibility of gold might be communi. cated to the body impregnated with it. Some have pretended to make potable gold, among other frauds practised on credulity. JOHNS! 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, I met this crown; and I myself know well, How troublesome it sat upon my head: For all the soils of the achievement goes My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, So thou the garland wear'st successively. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, I cut them off; and had a purpose now To lead out many to the Holy Land ;7 Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, STEEV. [5] Soil-is spot, dirt, turpitude, reproach. JOHNS. [6] To fear is often used by Shakspeare for to fright. [7] The sense is: Of those who assisted my usurpation, some I have cut off, and many I intended to lead abroad. This journey to the Holy Land, of which the king very frequently revives the mention, had two motives, religion and policy. He durst not wear the ill-gotten crown without expiation, but in the act of expiation he contrives to make his wickedness successful. JOHNS. [8] This is a true picture of a mine divided between heaven and earth. He prays for the prosperity of guilt while he deprecates its punishment. JOH And grant it may with thee in true peace live! You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; Enter Prince JOHN of Lancaster, WARWICK, Lords, and others. K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster! But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Where is my lord of Warwick? P. Hen. My lord of Warwick ! K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord. K.Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land :— But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I-Glostershire. A Hall in SHALLOW's House. Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. 9 Shallow. BY cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night. -What, Davy, I say! Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; [9] This adjuration, which seems to have been very popular, is used by other writers, as well as by Shakspeare in The Merry Wives of Windsor! Ophelia likewise says, -By cock, they are to blame.". Cock is only a corruption of the Sacred Name, as appears from many passages in the old interludes, Gammar Gurton's Needle, &c. viz. Cocks-bones, cockswounds, by cock's-mother, and some others. The pie is a table or rule in the old roman offices, shewing in a technical way, how to find out the service which is to be read on each day. A printing letter of a particular size, called the pica, was probably denominated from the pie as the brevier, from the Breviary, and the primer from the primer. STEEV! |