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There is not now a rebel's sword unsheathed,
K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.
Har. From enemies Heaven keep your majesty; And, when they stand against you, may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of!
The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph,
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
The detail contained in Prince John's letter.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy.
O me! come near me; now I am much ill. [swoons. P. Hum. Comfort, your majesty!
O my royal father! West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look
War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits Are with his highness very ordinary.
Stand from him; give him air: he'll straight be well.
Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these
The incessant care and labor of his mind
Hath wrought the mure,1 that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. P. Hum. The people fear me; for they do ob
Unfather'd heirs,3 and loathly birds of nature:
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb be
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say, it did so, a little time before
That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. P. Hum. This apoplex will, certain, be his end. K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence
Into some other chamber: softly, pray.
[they convey the King into an inner part of the room, and place him on a bed.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
War. Call for the music in the other room.
K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
Enter PRINCE HENRY.
Who saw the duke of Clarence?
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none
How doth the king?
P. Hum. Exceeding ill.
Tell it him.
Heard he the good news yet?
P. Hum. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.
P. Hen. If he be sick
With joy, he will recover without physic.
War. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet
prince, speak low;
The king your father is disposed to sleep.
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
War. Will 't please your grace to go along with us?
P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
That from this golden rigol
So many English kings. Thy due, from me,
Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood;