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of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Are there not my father, my uncle, and myself, Lord Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas ? have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of next month? and are there not some of them set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this ! an infidel! Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will be to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. 0, 1, could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable an action. Hang him, let him tell the King. We are prepared, I will set forward tonight.

SHAKSPEARE.

CHAPTER XVI.

HENRY-IV.'s SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP.

How many thousands of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O genıle Sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness !
Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody?
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leavést the kingly couch,
A watch-case to a common larum-bell?
Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast,
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains,
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,

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Curling their monstrous beads, and hanging them
With deafʼning clamours in the slipp'ry shrouds,
That, with the hurly, Death itself awakes :
Canst thou, 0) partial Sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;
And, in the calmest and the stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then, happy lowly clown ;
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

SAAKSPEARS.

CHAPTER XVII:

HENRY IV. AND PRINCE HENRY.

P. Henny. I NEVER thought to hear you speak again.
K. HENRY. 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 niy honours)
Before thy bour 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 hoursy.
Were thine without offence; and at my

death
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation ;
Thy life did manifest thou lor'dst me not;
And thou wilt have me die assur'd of it.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thought,
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
'To stab at half an hour of my frail life.
What! can'st thou not forbear nie half an hour?.
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crown'd, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse,

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Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head;
Only compound me with forgoiten dus',
Give ihat which gave thee life unto the worms;
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees :
For now a time is come to mock at form;
Henry the Fifth is crown'd! up, Vanity
Down, Royal state! All you sage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble now,
From ev'ry region, apes of idleness :
Now, neighbour-coulines, 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?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more :
England shall give him office, honour, 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 riot,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants.

P. Henry. O pardon me, my Liege! but for my teadet.
(The most impediments unto my speech)
I had forestalld 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 honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most true and inward duteous spirit
Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending.
Hear'n witness with me, when I here came in,
And fourd 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 purpos'd.
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,

(And dead almost, my Liege, to think you were,)
I spake unto the crown, as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: The care on thee depending
Hath fed upon the body of my father,
Therefore ikou best of gold art worst of gold; -
Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Preserving life in medcine potable :
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most repo

pown'd,
Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, Royal Liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head,
To try with it (as with an enemy,
That had before my face murder'd my father)
The quarrel of a true inheritur.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell niy thoughts to any strain of pride,
If any rebei or vain spirit of mine
Did with the least affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let Heav'n for ever keep it from my head,
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!

K. Henry. O my son ! Heav'n put it in thy mind to take it hence, That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. Come hitber, Harry, sit thou by my bed; And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. Heav'n 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. To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation : For all the soil of the achieveinent goes With me into the earth. It seem'd in me But as an honour snatch'd with bojst'rous hand, And I had many living to upbraid My gain of it by their assistances ; Which daily grew to quarre) and to bloodshed, Wounding supposed peace. All their bold feats, Thou seest, with peril I have answer'd.'

Falls upon

For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acring that argument: and now my death
Changes the mode; for what in me was purchas'd,

thce in a much fairer sort ;
*For thou the garland wears 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 into 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 former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strength of speech is utterly deny'd me.
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive !
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!

P. Henry. My gracious Liege,
You won it, wore it, kept i't, 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.

SAAKSPEARE.

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HENRY V. TO HIS SOLDIERS. What's he that wishes for more men from England ? My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin, If we are mark”d to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

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