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the inwards to the parts extreme: it illumineth the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm ; and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the heart, who, great, and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valor comes of sherris : so that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it a-work; and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled with excellent endeavor of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,-to forswear thin potations, and addict themselves to sack.



How now, Bardolph?

Bar. The army is discharged all, and gone.

Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire : I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Come away.


· In allusion to the old custom of sealing with soft wax.


Westminster. A room in the palace.


K. Hen. Now, lords, if Heaven doth give saccessful 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,1 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.

War. Both which, we doubt not but your majesty

Shall soon enjoy.

K. Hen.

Humphrey, my son of Gloster,

Where is the prince your brother?

P. Hum. I think, he's gone to hunt, my lord, at


K. Hen. And how accompanied ?

P. Hum.

I do not know, my lord.

K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence,

with him?

1 Ready, prepared.

P. Hum. No, my good lord; he is in presence


Cla. What would my lord and father?

K. Hen. 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 observed;
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity:


Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint;
As humorous 2 as winter, and as sudden

As flaws 3 congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observed:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth :
But, being moody, give him line and scope;
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground

If he has respectful attention shown to him.
2 Capricious.
3 Gusts of wind.

Confound themselves with working. Learn this,


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,1
(As, force perforce, the age will pour
it in)
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love.
K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him.

Cla. He is not there to-day: he dines in London. K. Hen. And how accompanied? Canst thou tell


Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers.

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:

Though their blood be inflamed by the temptations to which youth is prone.

Wolf's-bane, a poisonous herb.

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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 opposed decay !
War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him

quite. The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue ; wherein, to gain the lan,

guage, 'Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd


and learn'd; which once attain'd, Your highness knows, comes to no farther 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. Who's here? Westmoreland ?


West. Health to my sovereign, and new happi


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 :

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