Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 4, Scene 4
Jerusalem Chamber in Westminster.
- Enter the King, carried in a chair, Warwick, Thomas Duke of
- Clarence, Humphrey of Gloucester, and others.
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- 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.
- 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,
- Come underneath the yoke of government.
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- Both which we doubt not but your Majesty
- Shall soon enjoy.
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- Humphrey, my son of Gloucester,
- Where is the Prince your brother?
Duke of Gloucester17
- I think he’s gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.
King Henry the Fourth18
- And how accompanied?
Duke of Gloucester19
- I do not know, my lord.
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- Is not his brother Thomas of Clarence with him?
Duke of Gloucester21
- No, my good lord, he is in presence here.
Duke of Clarence22
- What would my lord and father?
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- 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
- 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,
- Nor lose the good advantage of his grace
- By seeming cold or careless of his will,
- For he is gracious if he be observ’d,
- He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
- Open as day for meting charity;
- Yet notwithstanding, being incens’d, he is flint,
- As humorous as winter, and as sudden
- As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
- His temper therefore must be well observ’d.
- Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
- When you perceive his blood inclin’d to mirth;
- But, being moody, give him time 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,
- 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
- As aconitum or rash gunpowder.
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- I shall observe him with all care and love.
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- Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?
Duke of Clarence55
- He is not there today, he dines in London.
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- And how accompanied? Canst thou tell that?
Duke of Clarence57
- With Poins, and other his continual followers.
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- 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.
- The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape,
- In forms imaginary, th’ 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,
- 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 oppos’d decay!
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- My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite:
- 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 learnt, which once attain’d,
- Your Highness knows, comes to no further use
- 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 other,
- Turning past evils to advantages.
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- ’Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb
- In the dead carrion.
- Enter Westmorland.
- Who’s here? Westmorland?
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- Health to my sovereign, and new happiness
- 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,
- 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.
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- O Westmorland, thou art a summer bird,
- Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
- The lifting up of day.
- Enter Harcourt.
- Look here’s more news.
Harcourt102 - 109
- From enemies heavens keep your Majesty,
- And, when they stand against you, may they fall
- 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 shrieve of Yorkshire overthrown.
- The manner and true order of the fight
- This packet, please it you, contains at large.
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- 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 terms?
- She either gives a stomach and no food—
- 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.
- O me! Come near me, now I am much ill.
Duke of Gloucester120
- Comfort, your Majesty!
Duke of Clarence121
- O my royal father!
Earl of Westmorland122
- My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.
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- Be patient, Princes, you do know these fits
- Are with his Highness very ordinary.
- Stand from him, give him air, he’ll straight be well.
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- No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs.
- Th’ incessant care and labor of his mind
- Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in
- So thin that life looks through and will break out.
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- 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 leapt them over.
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- The river hath thrice flowed, 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.
Earl of Warwick138
- Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers.
Duke of Gloucester139
- This apoplexy will certain be his end.
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- I pray you take me up, and bear me hence
- Into some other chamber. Softly, pray.
- The King is carried to one side of the stage and placed on a