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That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
Thomas OF CLARENCE, the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, and the Pages. P. Humph. What would your grace?
K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster. Where is the prince your brother ? P. Humph. I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord, at
Windsor. K. Hen. And how accompanied ? P. Humph. I do not know, my lord. K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence,
P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in presence here.
P. Thon. What would my lord and father?
ther? 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 may'st 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 melting charity: Yet, notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's Aint ; 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 line 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. P. Thom. I shall observe him with all care and
K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him,
don. K. Hen. And how accompanied ? P. Thom. With Poins, and other his continual fol
lowers. K. Hen. 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, the unguided days, And rotten times, that
shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors. Ch. Just. 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 learn'd; which once attain’d, 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 others; Turning past evils to advantages. K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her
comb In the dead carrion.
Enter EARL OF WESTMORELAND, with Letters. Who's here?-Westmoreland ?
West. Health to my sovereign ! and new happiness Added to that which 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 ;
K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
pangs. Ch. Just. Speak lower, princes, for the king reco
K. Hen. I pray you, bear me to my couch, my
[They support the King to his Couch. Softly, prayLet there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit. West. Call for the music in the other room.
[Exeunt Pages. K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
(WESTMORELAND puts the Crown on the Pillow. P. Thom. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. Ch. Just. Less noise, less noise. [Music without.
Enter HENRY PRINCE OF WALES.
P. Hen. Heard he the good news yet?
P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.
P. Thom. Let us withdraw into the other room.
(Exeunt all but the Prince,