Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 4, 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 Clarence10
- I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
Prince Henry11 - 12
- How now, rain within doors, and none abroad?
- How doth the King?
Duke of Gloucester13
- Exceeding ill.
Prince Henry14 - 15
- Heard he the good news yet?
- Tell it him.
Duke of Gloucester16
- He alt’red much upon the hearing it.
- If he be sick with joy, he’ll recover without physic.
Earl of Warwick18 - 19
- Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low,
- The King your father is dispos’d to sleep.
Duke of Clarence20
- Let us withdraw into the other room.
Earl of Warwick21
- Will’t please your Grace to go along with us?
Prince Henry22 - 52
- 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.
King Henry the Fourth54
- Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!
- Enter Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence, and the rest.
Duke of Clarence56
- Doth the King call?
Earl of Warwick57
- What would your Majesty? How fares your Grace?
King Henry the Fourth58
- Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?
Duke of Clarence59 - 60
- We left the Prince my brother here, my liege,
- Who undertook to sit and watch by you.
King Henry the Fourth61 - 62
- The Prince of Wales, where is he? Let me see him.
- He is not here.
Earl of Warwick63
- This door is open, he is gone this way.
Duke of Gloucester64
- He came not through the chamber where we stay’d.
King Henry the Fourth65
- Where is the crown? Who took it from my pillow?
Earl of Warwick66
- When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
King Henry the Fourth67 - 91
- 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 Warwick92 - 97
- 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 Fourth98 - 101
- 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 Fourth104 - 149
- 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 Henry150 - 189
- 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,
- 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 Fourth190 - 232
- 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 Henry233 - 237
- 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 Fourth239
- Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.
Prince John of Lancaster240
- Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!
King Henry the Fourth241 - 245
- 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 Fourth248 - 249
- Doth any name particular belong
- Unto the lodging where I first did swound?
Earl of Warwick250
- ’Tis call’d Jerusalem, my noble lord.
King Henry the Fourth251 - 256
- 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.