Oh, with what wings shall his* affection flyes, To'ward fronting peril and oppos'd decaytvs Hill

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Har. From enemies heav'n keep your Majesty
And when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell

of!
The Earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph,
With a great Pow'r of English and of Scots, e as it
Are by the Sh’riff of Yorkshire overthrown.
The manner and true order of the fight, co vanaf
This packey, please it you, contains at large,

K. Henry. And wherefore should these good news

? make me sick? szer
Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in fouleft letters ?
She either gives a ftomach, and no food;
Such are the poor, in

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West. My sovereign lord, chear up yourself, look up.

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Are with his Highnefs very ordinaryol. Po 18 9:51
Stand from him, give himair ; thell straight be well.
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So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.

Glcu. 9 The people fear me ; for they do observe · Unfather'd heirs and loathly birds of Nature: 2 The Seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months alleep, and leap'd them over.

Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles;
Say; it did so a little time before
That our great Granfire Edward fick'd and dy'd...!

Wer. Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers:
Glou. This apoplex will, certain, be his end,
K. Henry. I pray you, take me up, and beår me

hence
Into some other chamber. Softly, 'pray: "1"
Let there be no noife made, my gentle friends,
3 Unless fomé dull and favourable hand
Will whisper mulick to my weary fpirit.

War. Call for the mufick in'the other room.
K. Henry. Set me the crown upon the pillow here.3
Cla. His

eye is hollow, and he changes much. War. Léiš noite, less noise.

9 The people fear me; 3. 3 Unless Some DULL AND fa. i. e. make me afraid; which vourable hand.) Thus the old sense the Oxford Editor not takeditions tead it Evidently corrope. ing, alters it to fear it.

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P. Henry. Who saw the Duke of Clarence?
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
P. Henry. How now! rain within doors, and none

abroad?
How doth the King?

Glou. Exceeding illo

P. Henry. Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him.

Glow. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.

P. Henry. If he be sick with joy, He'll recover without physick. War. Not so much noile, my lords. Sweet Prince,

speak low;
The King, your father, is dispos'd to sleep.

Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
War. Will't please your grace to go along with us?
P. Henry. No; I will fit, and watch here by the
King

[Exeunt all but P. Henry.
Why doth the Crown lye there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bed.fellow?
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep it the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night. Sleep with it now.-
Yet not so found, and half so deeply sweet,
As he, whose brow, with homely biggen bound,
Snores out the watch 'of night. O Majesty!
When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou doit fic
Like a rich armor worn in heat of day,
That scalds 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 found, indeed; this is a sleep,

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lords? 1 gig ai 238 poni 11.2 inch w Cla. We left the Prince my brother here, my Liege, Who undertook to fit and watch by you. par K. Henry. The Prince of Wales? where is he let!

me see him. War. This door is open, he is gone this waya Glou. He came not through the chamber where we

stay'd. K. Henry. Where is the Crown? who took it from

my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my Liege, we left, it

here. K. Henry. The Prince hath ta'en it hence; go seek him out.

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