tain, the heart; who, great, and puft up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of Sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without Sack, for that fets it a-work; and learning a meer hoard of gold kept by the devil, 'till fack commences it, and fets it in act and ufe. Hereof comes it, that Prince Harry is valiant; for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, fteril and bare land, manured, husbanded, and till'd, with excellent endeavour 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 humane princi ple I would teach them should be to forfwear thin potations, and to addict themfelves to fack. How now, Bardolph? Enter Bardolph. Bard. The army is difcharged all, and gone. Fal. Let them go; I'll through Glo'ftershire, and there will I vifit mafter Robert Shallow, Efquire: I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and fhortly will I feal with him. Come away. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. The Palace at Weftminster. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, and Gloucester. K. Henry. Now, Lords, if heav'n doth give fuccefsful end To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, We will our youth lead on to higher fields, War. Both which we doubt not but your Majefty Shall foon enjoy. K. Henry, Humphry, my fon of Gloucester, Where is the Prince your brother? Glou. I think he's gone to hunt, my Lord, at Windsor. K. Henry. And how accompanied? Glou. I do not know, my Lord, N 2 K. Henry. K. Henry. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him? Glou, No, my good Lord, he is in prefence here. Cla. What would my Lord and father? K. Henry. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence. Between his greatnefs and thy other brethren. Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint, That the united veffel of their blood, Mingled with venom of fuggeftion, (As, force perforce, the age will pour it in) Shall never leak, though it do work as firong Cla. I fhall obferve him with all care and love. Alluding to the opinion of fome Philofophers that the Vapours being congealed in the Air by Cold (which is most intenfe towards the morning) and being afterwards rarefied and let loose by the warmth of the Sun, occafion thofe fudden impetuous gufts of wind which are call'd Flaws. K. Henry K. Henry. Why art thou not at Windfor with him, Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. K. Henry. And how accompanied? can't thou tell that? Is over-fpread with them; therefore my grief The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape War. My gracious Lord, you look beyond him quite : Like a strange tongue; wherein, to gain the language, 'Tis needful that the most immodeft word Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd, By which his Grace muft mete the lives of others; K. Henry. 'Tis feldom, when the Bee doth leave her comb In the dead carrion.- -Who's here? Weftmorland? SCENE IX. Enter Weftmorland. Weft. Health to my Sovereign, and new happiness Prince John, your fon, doth kiss your Grace's hand: N 3 The The manner how this action hath been born, K. Henry. O Weftmorland, thou art a fummer bird, The lifting up of day. Enter Harcourt. Look, here's more news. Har. From enemies heav'n keep your Majefty! K. Henry. And wherefore fhould these good news make Will fortune never come with both hands full, Cla. Oh, my royal father! Weft. My fovereign Lord, chear up your felf, look up. War. Be patient, Princes; you do know thefe fits Are with his Highnefs very ordinary. Stand from him, give him air: he'll ftrait be well. Cla. No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs; Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in, Unfather'd heirs and loathly births of nature: Had Had found fome months afleep, 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 fo a little time before That our great Grandfire Edward fick'd and dy'd. K. Henry. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence Into fome other chamber: foftly, 'pray. Let there be no noife made, my gentle friends, War. Call for the mufick in the other room. SCENE X. Enter Prince Henry. P. Henry. Who faw the Duke of Clarence? P. Henry. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad? How doth the King? Glou. Exceeding ill. P. Henry. Heard he the good news yet? Glou. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. He'll recover without phyfick. War. Not fo much noife, my Lords; sweet Prince, speak low; The King, your father, is difpos'd to fleep. War. Will't please your Grace to go along with us? [Exeunt all but P. Henry. Why doth the crown lye there upon his pillow, Being fo troublesome a bed-fellow ? O polish'd perturbation! golden care! To many a watchful night :- he fleeps with't now, As |