Act 4 — Scene V. Another Chamber.

King. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Unless some dull and favourable hand[4182] Will whisper music to my weary spirit. War. Call for the music in the other room. King. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.5 Clar. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. War. Less noise, less noise!

Prince. Who saw the Duke of Clarence? Clar. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. Prince. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad![4184] How doth the king?[4184]10 Glou. Exceeding ill. Prince. Heard he the good news yet?[4185] Tell it him.[4185][4186] Glou. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.[4187] Prince. If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without[4188][4189] physic.[4188]15 War. Not so much noise, my lords: sweet prince, speak low;[4190] The king your father is disposed to sleep. Clar. Let us withdraw into the other room. War. Will't please your grace to go along with us? Prince. No; I will sit and watch here by the king.20

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow? O polish'd perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night! sleep with it now![4192]25 Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet[4193] As he whose brow with homely biggen bound[4194] Snores out the watch of night. O majesty! When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,30 That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath[4195] There lies a downy feather which stirs not:[4196] Did he suspire, that light and weightless down[4197] Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father![4198] This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,35 That from this golden rigol hath divorced[4199] So many English kings. Thy due from me[4200] Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood, Which nature, love, and filial tenderness, Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:40 My due from thee is this imperial crown,[4201] Which, as immediate from thy place and blood, Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,[4202] Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength[4203][4204] Into one giant arm, it shall not force[4203]45 This lineal honour from me: this from thee[4203] Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.[4203] [Exit. King. Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!

Clar. Doth the king call? War. What would your majesty? How fares your grace?[4206]50 King. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Clar. We left the prince my brother here, my liege,[4207] Who undertook to sit and watch by you.[4207] King. The Prince of Wales! Where is he? let me see him:[4207] He is not here.[4207][4208]55 War. This door is open; he is gone this way.[4209] Glou. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. King. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. King. The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out.[4210]60 Is he so hasty that he doth suppose[4210] My sleep my death?[4210] Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither.[4210]

This part of his conjoins with my disease,[4210] And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are![4210]65 How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object![4211] For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,[4212][4213] Their bones with industry;[4212]70 For this they have engrossed and piled up[4214] The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises: When, like the bee, culling from every flower[4215]75 The virtuous sweets,[4216][4217][4218] Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,[4217][4218][4219] We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,[4218][4220] Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste[4218] Yield his engrossments to the ending father.[4218]80

Now, where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sickness hath determined me?[4222] War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks, With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow85 That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. King. But wherefore did he take away the crown?

Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry.90 Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

Prince. I never thought to hear you speak again. King. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair[4225]95 That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours[4226] Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity Is held from falling with so weak a wind100 That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. Thou hast stolen that which after some few hours Were thine without offence; and at my death Thou hast seal'd up my expectation: Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not,105 And thou wilt have me die assured of it. Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,[4227] Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,[4228] To stab at half an hour of my life.[4229] What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?110 Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear[4230] That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:115 Only compound me with forgotten dust; 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: Harry the fifth is crown'd: up, vanity![4231]120 Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness! Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,[4232]125 Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?[4233] Be happy, he will trouble you no more; England shall double gild his treble guilt,[4234] England shall give him office, honour, might;130 For the fifth Harry from curb'd license plucks[4235] The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.[4236] O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! When that my care could not withhold thy riots,135 What wilt thou do when riot is thy care? O, thou wilt be a wilderness again, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! Prince. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,[4237] The moist impediments unto my speech,[4238]140 I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard The course of it so far. There is your crown;[4239] And He that wears the crown immortally Long guard it yours! If I affect it more145 Than as your honour and as your renown, Let me no more from this obedience rise, Which my most inward true and duteous spirit[4240] Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending.[4241][4242] God witness with me, when I here came in,[4242]150 And found no course of breath within your majesty, How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, O, let me in my present wildness die And never live to show the incredulous world The noble change that I have purposed!155 Coming to look on you, thinking you dead, And dead almost, my liege, to think you were, I spake unto this crown as having sense,[4243] And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending Hath fed upon the body of my father;160 Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold:[4244] Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,[4245] Preserving life in medicine potable; But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal liege,[4246]165 Accusing it, I put it on my head, To try with it, as with an enemy That had before my face murder'd my father, The quarrel of a true inheritor. But if it did infect my blood with joy,170 Or swell my thoughts to any strain 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,[4247] Let God for ever keep it from my head[4248]175 And make me as the poorest vassal is That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! King. O my son,[4249] God put it in thy mind to take it hence,[4248][4250] That thou mightst win the more thy father's love,[4251]180 Pleading so wisely in excuse of it! Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son,[4248] By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways[4252]185 I met this crown; and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head. To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation; For all the soil of the achievement goes190 With me into the earth. It seem'd in me But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand, And I had many living to upbraid My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,[4253]195 Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears[4254] Thou see'st with peril I have answered; For all my reign hath been but as a scene Acting that argument: and now my death Changes the mode; for what in me was purchased,[4255]200 Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;[4256] So thou the garland wear'st successively.[4257] Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends,[4258]205 Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;[4259] By whose fell working I was first advanced And by whose power I well might lodge a fear To be again displaced: which to avoid, I cut them off; and had a purpose now[4260]210 To lead out many to the Holy Land,[4261] Lest rest and lying still might make them look Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,[4262] Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,[4263]215 May waste the memory of the former days.[4264] More would I, but my lungs are wasted so That strength of speech is utterly denied me. How I came by the crown, O God forgive;[4248][4265] And grant it may with thee in true peace live![4265]220 Prince. My gracious liege,[4266] You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; Then plain and right must my possession be: Which I with more than with a common pain 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.225

King. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.[4268] Lan. Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father![4269] King. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;[4270] But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight230 My worldly business makes a period. Where is my Lord of Warwick? Prince. My Lord of Warwick!

King. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.235 King. Laud be to God! even there my life must end.[4248][4272] It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land: But bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;240 In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt.[4273]