Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act IV, Scene 5
Westminster . The Jerusalem Chamber .
King Henry the Fourth1 - 3
- Let there be no noise made , my gentle friends ,
- Unless some dull and favorable hand
- Will whisper music to my weary spirit .
Earl of Warwick4
- Call for the music in the other room .
King Henry the Fourth5
- Set me the crown upon my pillow here .
Duke of Clarence6
- His eye is hollow , and he changes much .
Earl of Warwick7
- Less noise , less noise !
- Enter Prince Harry .
- Who saw the Duke of Clarence ?
Duke of Clarence9
- I am here , brother , full of heaviness .
Prince Henry10 - 11
- How now , rain within doors , and none abroad ?
- How doth the King ?
Duke of Gloucester12
- Exceeding ill .
Prince Henry13 - 14
- Heard he the good news yet ?
- Tell it him .
Duke of Gloucester15
- He alt’red much upon the hearing it .
- If he be sick with joy , he’ll recover without physic .
Earl of Warwick17 - 18
- Not so much noise , my lords . Sweet Prince , speak low ,
- The King your father is dispos’d to sleep .
Duke of Clarence19
- Let us withdraw into the other room .
Earl of Warwick20
- Will’t please your Grace to go along with us ?
Prince Henry21 - 49
- No , I will sit and watch here by the King .
- Exeunt all but the Prince .
- Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow ,
- Being so troublesome a bedfellow ?
- 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
- Snores out the watch of night . O majesty !
- When thou dost pinch thy bearer , thou dost sit
- Like a rich armor worn in heat of day ,
- That scald’st with safety . By his gates of breath
- There lies a downy feather which stirs not .
- 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 divorc’d
- So many English kings . Thy due from me
- 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 from thy place and blood ,
- Derives itself to me .
- Puts on the crown .
- Lo where it sits ,
- Which God shall guard ; and put the world’s whole strength
- Into one giant arm , it shall not force
- This lineal honor from me . This from thee
- Will I to mine leave , as ’tis left to me .
- Exit .
King Henry the Fourth50
- Warwick ! Gloucester ! Clarence !
- Enter Warwick , Gloucester , Clarence , and the rest .
Duke of Clarence51
- Doth the King call ?
Earl of Warwick52
- What would your Majesty ? How fares your Grace ?
King Henry the Fourth53
- Why did you leave me here alone , my lords ?
Duke of Clarence54 - 55
- We left the Prince my brother here , my liege ,
- Who undertook to sit and watch by you .
King Henry the Fourth56 - 57
- The Prince of Wales , where is he ? Let me see him .
- He is not here .
Earl of Warwick58
- This door is open , he is gone this way .
Duke of Gloucester59
- He came not through the chamber where we stay’d .
King Henry the Fourth60
- Where is the crown ? Who took it from my pillow ?
Earl of Warwick61
- When we withdrew , my liege , we left it here .
King Henry the Fourth62 - 84
- 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
- The cank’red 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 pack’d with wax , our mouths with honey ,
- We bring it to the hive , and like the bees ,
- Are murd’red for our pains . This bitter taste
- Yields his engrossments to the ending father .
- Enter Warwick .
- Now , where is he that will not stay so long
- Till his friend sickness have determin’d me ?
Earl of Warwick85 - 90
- 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
- With gentle eye - drops . He is coming hither .
King Henry the Fourth91 - 93
- But wherefore did he take away the crown ?
- Enter Prince Harry .
- Lo where he comes . Come hither to me , Harry .
- Depart the chamber , leave us here alone .
- Exeunt Warwick and the rest .
- I never thought to hear you speak again .
King Henry the Fourth95 - 140
- 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 honors
- Before thy hour be ripe ? O 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 offense , 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 .
- Thou hid’st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts ,
- Whom 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
- 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 ,
- 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 , neighbor confines , purge you of your scum !
- Have you a ruffin 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 double gild his treble guilt ,
- England shall give him office , honor , might ;
- For the fifth Harry from curb’d license plucks
- The muzzle of restraint , and the wild dog
- 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 ,
- Peopled with wolves , thy old inhabitants !
Prince Henry141 - 179
- 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
- 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 honor and as your renown ,
- Let me no more from this obedience rise ,
- Kneels .
- 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 ,
- O , let me in my present wildness die ,
- And never live to show th’ 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 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 ,
- Preserving life in med’cine potable ;
- But thou , most fine , most honor’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
- That had before my face murdered 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
- Did with the least affection of a welcome
- Give entertainment to the might of it ,
- Let God forever keep it from my head ,
- And make me as the poorest vassal is
- That doth with awe and terror kneel to it !
King Henry the Fourth180 - 222
- 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 ,
- 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 sate 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 honor snatch’d with boist’rous hand ,
- 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 seest with peril I have answered ;
- For all my reign hath been but as a scene
- Acting that argument . And now my death
- Changes the mood , for what in me was purchas’d
- Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort ;
- So thou the garland wear’st successively .
- 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 advanc’d ,
- And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
- To be again displac’d ; 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
- 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
- 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 Henry223 - 227
- 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 .
King Henry the Fourth228
- Look , look , here comes my John of Lancaster .
Prince John of Lancaster229
- Health , peace , and happiness to my royal father !
King Henry the Fourth230 - 234
- 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 ?
- My Lord of Warwick !
- Enter Warwick .
King Henry the Fourth236 - 237
- Doth any name particular belong
- Unto the lodging where I first did swound ?
Earl of Warwick238
- ’Tis call’d Jerusalem , my noble lord .
King Henry the Fourth239 - 244
- 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 .
- Exeunt .