Is he fo hafty, that he doth fuppofeing and mort
My fleep my death? find him, my lord of Warwick,
And chide himb hither ftraight, this part of his rat
Conjoins with any difeafe, and helps to end men don 18
See, fons, what things you are how quickly nature
Falls to revolts when gold becomes her object oub
For this, the foolish byer careful fathers 28 day
Have broke their fleeps with thought, their brains with
East cares ti printe

Their bone's with induftry; for this, engroffed
The canker'd heaps of ftrange-atchieved gold;
For this, they have been thoughtful to invest acc
Their fons with arts and martial exercises, Hunte
When, like the Bee, culling from ev'ry flow'r,
Our thighs are packt with wax, our mouths with
honey,

We bring it to the hive; and, like the Bees,
Are murder'd for our pains! this bitter tafte
4 Yield his engroffments to the dying father.

Enter Warwick at ibofl

Now, where is he, that will not stay so long,
'Till his friend, Sickness, hath determin'd me?
War. My lord, I found the Prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
With fuch a deep demeanour in great forrow,"
That Tyranny, which never quaft but blood, beyon
Would by beholding him have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
K. Henry. But wherefore did he take away the
Cm Crown?en als addurnoint to sheS SECUND

inca w door Enter Prince HenryW

Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me Harry-
-Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

Kodies on va [Exeunt Lords.

4 Yield bès engrossments.] His accumulations mid

P. Henry.

P. Henry. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Henry. Thy with was father, Harry, to that thought,

I ftay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Doft thou fo hunger for my empty Chair,
That thou wilt needs inveft thee with my Honours,
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!;

Thou feek'ft the Greatnefs, that will overwhelm thee.
Stay but a little; for my cloud of Dignity

Is held from falling with fo weak a wind, a
That it will quickly drop; my day is dim,

Thou haft ftoln that, which, after fome few hours,
Were thine without offence; and at my death

Thou haft feal'd up my expectation;

Thy life did manifeft, thou lov'dft me not;
And thou wilt have me die affur'd of it.
Thou hid'ft a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
Which thou haft whetted on thy ftony heart,
To ftab at half an hour of my frail life.
What! canft thou not forbear me half an hour?

Then get thee gone, and dig my Grave thyself,
And bid the merry bells ring to thy ear
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
-Let all the tears, that fhould bedew my herfe,
Be drops of balm to fanctify thy head;
Only compound me with forgotten duft,
Give that, 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 fage Counsellors, hence;
And to the English Court affemble now,
From ev'ry region, apes of Idleness;

Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your fcum;
Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
The oldeft fins the newest kind of ways?

* -feal'd up my expectation;] Thou haft confirmed my opinion.

Be happy, he will trouble you no more;
5 England fhall.double gild his treble Guilt,
England hall give him office, honour, might,
For the Fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks,
The muzzle of reftraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh Kis tooth on every innocent.
O my poor kingdom, fick with civil blows,
When that my care could not withold thy riots,
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

tears,

[Kneeling

The moift impediments, unto my fpeech,
I had fore-ftall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it fo 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 rife,

England ball double gild his treble Guilt;] Evidently the nonsense of fome foolish Player: For we must make a difference between what Shakespear might be fuppos'd to have written off hand, and what he had corrected. Thefe Scenes are of the latter kind; therefore fuch lines by no, means to be esteemed his. But except Mr. Pope, (who judicious y threw out this line) not one of Shakespear's Editors feem ever to have had fo reasonable and neceffary a rule in their heads, when they fet upon correcting this author. WARBURTON

I know not why this commentator should speak with fo much confidence what he cannot know, or determine fo pofitively what

fo capricious a writer as our pock might either deliberately or wan tonly produce, This line is indeed fuch as difgraces a few that precede and follow it, but it fuits well enough with the daggers hid in thought, and wher ted on the flinty hearts; and the anfwer which the prince makes and which is applauded for wif dom, is not of a train much higher than this ejected line.

*This is obfcure in the conftruction, though the general meaning is clear enough. The order is, this obedience which is taught this exterior bending by my duteous Spirit; or, this obedience which teaches this exteriour bend-" ing to my inwardly duteous fpirit. I know not which is right.

Spirit

Which my moft * true inward-duteous rowi T Teacheth this proftrate and exterior bending Heav'n witnefs with me, when I here came And found no course of breath within your Majelty, How cold it ftruck my heart! If I do feign, stpilors enusqvo Jadw yu O let me in my prefent wildnefs die, and And never live to fhew th' incredulous world 15m I The noble Change that I have purpofed. rigisidiron wOH Coming to look on vou, thinking you'dead, 'dead, 5503 of (And dead almost, my Liege, to think you were) I spake unto the Crown, as having fenfe,

And thusoned it. The

care on thee depending Hath fed upon the body of my father, father,non ne E Therefore gold; DA Drop art worlt of I Other, fine in p onisg Preferving life 6 in med cine potable,lish tɔrdw no life Carrat, is more preciou But thou, most fine, moft honour'd, moft renowned, ime Haft eat thy bearer up. Thus, Royal Liege, Accufing it, I put it on my head, 1151 to 707 To try with it, as with an enemy, animā That had before my face murder'd my father, father, The quarrel of a true inheritor. & 350 Kono nel But if it did infect my blood with joy, all men, 32 toyg ada dua je Or fwell my thoughts to any ftrain of pride,

If any rebel 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 pooreft vaffal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Henry. O my fon

3. V

Heav'n put it in thy mind to take it hence,

bed

That thou might'ft win the more thy father's love, Pleading fo wilely in excuse of it. Come hither, Harry, fit thou by my bed And hear, I think, the very latest counsel, count Sa A That ever I hall breathe, Heav'n knows, my fon, By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways SID 2-DIY FASTSIC Vasm sl O I met this his crown even brA , and I myself know well, How troublesome it fate upon my head. my head sidon ad f To thee it fhall defcend with better quiet,

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For all the 7 foil of the atchievement goes

With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
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But as an honour snatch'd with boift'rous hand,
And I had many living to upbraided coderoberman I
My gain of it by their affiftances;

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Which daily grew to quarrel and to blood-fhed,

8

peaceom 9

• Wounding fuppofed peace. All these bold fears
Thou feeft, with peril I have anfwered,
For all my reign hath been but as a Scene,
Sta;
Acting that Argument; and now my death ganoon A
Changes the mode for what in me was purchas❜d,
Falls upon thee in a much fairer fort;

wear'st

So thou the garland wear ft fucceffively. fup se bib ji ti sud obiva to nisufi vas of aidonody you liswil 7 Soil is Spot, dirt, turpitude, but time and measure in finging. 9/10 10 of the pitch in fpeaking Modus, 8 Wounding fuppofed peace. ] nai words peculiar to the warcient Suppofed, for undermined. Drama: For the metaphot is continued from the om the words im

reproach.

WARBURTON

Rather counterfeited, imagined,

not real.
9-All THESE bold BEARS.
We fhould certainly read,

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diately preceding,
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balting that Anguvenlə rad
(not vai. O WARBURTON.
Mode is here in its ufual
fenfe, the form or fate of things.
Nothing is more eafy than to
make obfcurities and clear them.

All THEIR bald FRATS, i. e. plots, commotions of confpirators. WARBURTON. These is no need of alteration. Fear is here 'ufed in the active Tenfe, for that which caufes fear. which caufes fear

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1 Changes the mode;] Mode, here, does not fignify fathion,

2

2 Succeffively. To order of fucceffion. Every ufurper fnatches a claim of hereditary right as food as he can. Thom