Glo.This Apoplexie will (certaine) be his end.King.I pray you take me vp, and beare me henceInto some other Chamber: softly pray.In the First Folio, the conventional scene break at this point comes mid-speech.
[Act 4, Scene 5]
[2450]
Let there be no noyse made (my gentle friends)Vnlesse some dull and fauourable handWill whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit.War.Call for the Musicke in the other Roome.King.Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here.Clar.
[2455]
His eye is hollow, and hee changes much.War.Lesse noyse, lesse noyse.Enter Prince Henry.P. Hen.Who saw the Duke of Clarence?Clar.I am here (Brother) full of heauinesse.P. Hen.
How now? Raine within doores, and none
[2460]
abroad? How doth the King?
Glo.Exceeding ill.P. Hen.Heard hee the good newes yet?Tell it'him.Glo.Hee alter'd much, vpon the hearing it.P. Hen.
[2465]
If hee be sicke with Ioy,Hee'le recouer without Physicke,War.Not so much noyse (my Lords)Sweet Prince speake lowe.The King, your Father, is dispos'd to sleepe.Clar.
[2470]
Let vs with‑draw into the other Roome.War.Wil't please your Grace to goe along with vs?P. Hen.No: I will sit, and watch here by the King.Why doth the Crowne lye there, vpon his Pillow,Being so troublesome a Bed‑fellow?
[2475]
O pollish'd Perturbation! Golden Care!That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide,To many watchfull Night: sleepe with it now,Yet not so sound, and halfe so deepely sweete,As hee whose Brow (with homely Biggen bound)
[2480]
Snores out Watch of Night. O Maiestie!When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer, thou do'st sit:Like a rich Armor, worne in heat of day,That scald'st with safetie: by his Gates of breath,There lyes a dowlney feather, which stirres not:
[2485]
Did hee suspire, that light and weightlesse dowlnePerforce must moue. My gracious Lord, my Father,This sleepe is sound indeede: this is a sleepe,That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'dSo many English Kings. Thy due, from me,
[2490]
Is Teares, and heauie sorrows of the Blood,Which Nature, Loue, and filiall tendernesse,Shall (O deare Father) pay thee plenteously.My due, from thee, is this Imperiall Crowne,Which (as immediate from thy Place and Blood)
[2495]
Deriues it selfe to me. Loe, heere it sits,Which Heauen shall guard:And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme,It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me.This for thee, will to mine leaue,
[2500]
As 'tis left to me.Exit.Enter Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence.King.
Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence.
Clar.
Doth the King call?
War.What would your Maiestie? how fares your
Grace
?
King.Why did you leaue me here alone (my Lords?)Cla.
[2505]
We left the Prince (my Brother) here (my Liege)Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you.King.The Prince of Wales? Where is hee? let mee
see him.
War.This doore is open, hee is gone this way.Glo.Hee came not through the Chamber where wee
stayd.
King.
[2510]
Where is the Crowne? who tooke it from my
Pillow?
War.When wee with‑drew (my Liege) wee left it
heere.
King.The Prince hath ta'ne it hence;Goe seeke him out.Is hee so hastie, that hee doth suppose
[2515]
My sleepe, my death? finde him (my Lord of Warwick)Chide him hither: this part of his conioynesWith my disease, and helpes to end me.See Sonnes, what things you are;How quickly Nature falls into reuolt,
[2520]
When Gold becomes her Object
?For this, the foolish ouer‑carefull FathersHaue broke their sleepes with thoughts,Their braines with care, their bones with industry.For this, they, haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp
[2525]
The canker'd heapes of strange‑atchieued Gold:For this, they haue beene thoughtfull, to investTheir Sonnes with Arts, and Martiall Exercises:When, like the Bee, culling from every flowerThe vertuous Sweetes, our Thighes packt with Wax,
[2530]
Our Mouthes with Honey, wee bring it to the Hiue;And like the Bees, are murthered for our paines.This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements,To the ending Father.Enter Warwicke.Now, where is hee, that will not stay so long,
[2535]
Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me?War.My Lord, I found the Prince in the next Roome,Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes,With such a deepe demeanure, in great sorrow,That Tyranny, which neuer quafft but blood,
[2540]
Would (by beholding him) haue wash'd his KnifeWith gentle eye‑drops. Hee is comming hither.King.But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne?Enter Prince Henry.Loe, where hee comes. Come hither to me (
Harry.)
Depart the Chamber, leaue vs heere alone.Exit.P. Hen.
[2545]
I neuer thought to heare you speake againe.King.Thy wish was Father (
Harry) to that thought:
I stay too long by thee, I wearie thee.Do'st thou so hunger for my emptie Chayre,That thou wilt needes inuest thee with mine Honors,
[2550]
I Before thy howre be ripe? O foolish Youth!Thou seek'st the Greatnesse, that will ouer‑whelme thee.Stay but a little: for my Cloud of DignitieIs held from falling, with so weake a winde,That it will quickly drop: my Day is dimme.
[2555]
Thou hast stolne that, which after some few howresWere thine, without offence: and at my deathThou hast seal'd vp my expectation.Thy Life did manifest, thou lou'dst me not,And thou wilt haue me dye assur'd of it.
[2560]
Thou hid'st a thousand Daggers in thy thoughts,Which thou hast whetted on thy stonie heart,To stab at halfe an howre of my Life.What? canst thou not forbeare me halfe an howre?Then
[Act 4, Scene 2]
From this point in the act onwards, conventional scene numbering diverges from the
First Folio.
Enter Prince Iohn.Iohn.
[2050]
You are wel encountred here (my cosin
Mowbray)
Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop,And so to you Lord
Hastings, and to all.
My Lord of Yorke, it better shew'd with you,When that your Flocke (assembled by the Bell)
[2055]
Encircled you, to heare with reuerenceYour exposition on the holy Text,Then now to see you heere an Iron manChearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme,Turning the Word, to Sword; and Life to death:
[2060]
That man that sits within a Monarches heart,And ripens in the Sunne‑shine of his fauor,Would hee abuse the Countenance of the King,Alack, what Mischiefes might hee set abroach,In shadow of such Greatnesse? With you, Lord Bishop,
[2065]
It is euen so. Who hath not heard it spoken,How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heauen?To vs, the Speaker in his Parliament;To vs, th'imagine Voyce of Heauen it selfe:The very Opener, and Intelligencer,
[2070]
Betweene the Grace, the Sanctities of Heauen;And our dull workings. O, who shall beleeue,But you mis‑vse the reuerence of your Place,Employ the Countenance, and Grace of Heauen,As a false Fauorite doth his Princes Name,
[2075]
In deedes dis‑honorable
? You haue taken vp,
Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen,The Subiects of Heauens Substitute, my Father,And both against the Peace of Heauen, and him,Haue here vp‑swarmed them.Bish.
[2080]
Good my Lord of Lancaster,I am not here against your Fathers Peace:But (as I told my Lord of Westmerland)The Time (mis‑order'd) doth in common senceCrowd vs, and crush vs, to this monstrous Forme,
[2085]
To hold our safetie vp. I sent your GraceThe parcels, and particulars of our Griefe,The which hath been with scorne shou'd from the Court:Whereon this
Hydra‑Sonne of Warre is borne,
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleepe,
[2090]
With graunt of our most iust and right desires;And true Obedience, of this Madnesse cur'd,Stoope tamely to the foot of Maiestie.Mow.If not, wee readie are to trye our fortunes,To the last man.Hast.
[2095]
And though wee here fall downe,Wee haue Supplyes, to second our Attempt:If they mis‑carry, theirs shall second them.And so, successe of Mischiefe shall be borne,And Heire from Heire shall hold this Quarrell vp,
[2100]
Whiles England shall haue generation.Iohn.You are too shallow (
Hastings)
Much too shallow,To sound the bottome of the after‑Times.West.Pleaseth your Grace, to answere them directly,
[2105]
How farre‑forth you doe like their Articles.Iohn.I like them all, and doe allow them well:And sweare here, by the honor of my blood,My Fathers purposes haue beene mistooke,And some, about him, haue too lauishly
[2110]
Wrested his meaning, and Authoritie.My Lord, these Griefes shall be with speed redrest:Vpon my Life, they shall. If this may please you,Discharge your Powers vnto their seuerall Counties,As wee will ours: and here, betweene the Armies,
[2115]
Let's drinke together friendly, and embrace,That all their eyes may beare those Tokens home,Of our restored Loue, and Amitie.Bish.I take your Princely word, for these redresses.Iohn.I giue it you, and will maintaine my word:
[2120]
And thereupon I drinke vnto your Grace.Hast.Goe Captaine, and deliuer to the ArmieThis newes of Peace: let them haue pay, and part:I know, it will well please them.High thee Captaine.Exit.Bish.
[2125]
To you, my Noble Lord of Westmerland.West.I pledge your Grace:And if you knew what paines I haue bestow'd,To breede this present Peace,You would drinke freely: but my loue to ye,
[2130]
Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter.Bish.I doe not doubt you.West.I am glad of it.Health to my Lord, and gentle Cousin
Mowbray.
Mow.You wish me health in very happy season,
[2135]
For I am, on the sodaine, something ill.Bish.Against ill Chances, men are euer merry,But heauinesse fore‑runnes the good euent.West.Therefore be merry (Cooze) since sodaine sorrowSerues to say thus: some good thing comes to morrow.Bish.
[2140]
Beleeue me, I am passing light in spirit.Mow.So much the worse, if your owne Rule be true.Iohn.The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how
they showt.
Mow.This had been chearefull, after Victorie.Bish.A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest:
[2145]
For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,And neither partie looser.Iohn.Goe (my Lord)And let our Army be discharged too:And good my Lord (so please you) let our Traines
[2150]
March by vs, that wee may peruse the menExit.Wee should haue coap'd withall.Bish.Goe, good Lord
Hastings:And ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.Exit.Iohn.I trust (Lords) wee shall lye to night together.Enter Westmerland.
[2155]
Now Cousin, wherefore stands our Army still?West.The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand,Will not goe off, vntill they heare you speake.Iohn.
They know their duties.
Enter Hastings.Hast.Our Army is dispers'd:
[2160]
Like youthfull steeres, vnyoak'd, they tooke their courseEast, West, North, South: or like a Schoole, broke vp,Each hurryes towards his home, and sporting place.West.Good tidings (my Lord
Hastings) for the which,
I doe arrest thee (Traytor) of high Treason:
[2165]
And you Lord Arch‑bishop, and you Lord
Mowbray,
Of Capitall Treason, I attach you both.Mow.Is this proceeding iust, and honorable?West.Is your Assembly so?Bish.Will you thus breake your faith?Iohn.
[2170]
I pawn'd thee none:I promis'd you redresse of these same GrieuancesWhereof you did complaine; which, by mine Honor,I will performe, with a most Christian care.But for you (Rebels) looke to taste the due
[2175]
Meet for Rebellion, and such Acts as yours.Most shallowly did you these Armes commence,Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.Strike vp our Drummes, pursue the scattder'd stray,Heauen, and not wee, haue safely fought to day.
[2180]
Some guard these Traitors to the Block of Death,Treasons true Bed, and yeelder vp of breath.Exeunt.
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<l n="2058">Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme,</l>
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<l n="2065">It is euen so. Who hath not heard it spoken,</l>
<l n="2066">How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heauen?</l>
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<l n="2070">Betweene the Grace, the Sanctities of Heauen;</l>
<l n="2071">And our dull workings. O, who shall beleeue,</l>
<l n="2072">But you mis‑vse the reuerence of your Place,</l>
<l n="2073">Employ the Countenance, and Grace of Heauen,</l>
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<l n="2075">In deedes dis‑honorable<c rend="italic">?</c>You haue taken vp,</l>
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<l n="2076">Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen,</l>
<l n="2077">The Subiects of Heauens Substitute, my Father,</l>
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<l n="2079">Haue here vp‑swarmed them.</l>
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<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2080">Good my Lord of Lancaster,</l>
<l n="2081">I am not here against your Fathers Peace:</l>
<l n="2082">But (as I told my Lord of Westmerland)</l>
<l n="2083">The Time (mis‑order'd) doth in common sence</l>
<l n="2084">Crowd vs, and crush vs, to this monstrous Forme,</l>
<l n="2085">To hold our safetie vp. I sent your Grace</l>
<l n="2086">The parcels, and particulars of our Griefe,</l>
<l n="2087">The which hath been with scorne shou'd from the Court:</l>
<l n="2088">Whereon this<hi rend="italic">Hydra</hi>‑Sonne of Warre is borne,</l>
<l n="2089">Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleepe,</l>
<l n="2090">With graunt of our most iust and right desires;</l>
<l n="2091">And true Obedience, of this Madnesse cur'd,</l>
<l n="2092">Stoope tamely to the foot of Maiestie.</l>
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<sp who="#F-2h4-mow">
<speaker rend="italic">Mow.</speaker>
<l n="2093">If not, wee readie are to trye our fortunes,</l>
<l n="2094">To the last man.</l>
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<sp who="#F-2h4-has">
<speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
<l n="2095">And though wee here fall downe,</l>
<l n="2096">Wee haue Supplyes, to second our Attempt:</l>
<l n="2097">If they mis‑carry, theirs shall second them.</l>
<l n="2098">And so, successe of Mischiefe shall be borne,</l>
<l n="2099">And Heire from Heire shall hold this Quarrell vp,</l>
<l n="2100">Whiles England shall haue generation.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
<speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
<l n="2101">You are too shallow (<hi rend="italic">Hastings</hi>)</l>
<l n="2102">Much too shallow,</l>
<l n="2103">To sound the bottome of the after‑Times.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="2104">Pleaseth your Grace, to answere them directly,</l>
<l n="2105">How farre‑forth you doe like their Articles.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
<speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
<l n="2106">I like them all, and doe allow them well:</l>
<l n="2107">And sweare here, by the honor of my blood,</l>
<l n="2108">My Fathers purposes haue beene mistooke,</l>
<l n="2109">And some, about him, haue too lauishly</l>
<l n="2110">Wrested his meaning, and Authoritie.</l>
<l n="2111">My Lord, these Griefes shall be with speed redrest:</l>
<l n="2112">Vpon my Life, they shall. If this may please you,</l>
<l n="2113">Discharge your Powers vnto their seuerall Counties,</l>
<l n="2114">As wee will ours: and here, betweene the Armies,</l>
<l n="2115">Let's drinke together friendly, and embrace,</l>
<l n="2116">That all their eyes may beare those Tokens home,</l>
<l n="2117">Of our restored Loue, and Amitie.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2118">I take your Princely word, for these redresses.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
<speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
<l n="2119">I giue it you, and will maintaine my word:</l>
<l n="2120">And thereupon I drinke vnto your Grace.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-has">
<speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
<l n="2121">Goe Captaine, and deliuer to the Armie</l>
<l n="2122">This newes of Peace: let them haue pay, and part:</l>
<l n="2123">I know, it will well please them.</l>
<l n="2124">High thee Captaine.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2125">To you, my Noble Lord of Westmerland.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="2126">I pledge your Grace:</l>
<l n="2127">And if you knew what paines I haue bestow'd,</l>
<l n="2128">To breede this present Peace,</l>
<l n="2129">You would drinke freely: but my loue to ye,</l>
<l n="2130">Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2131">I doe not doubt you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="2132">I am glad of it.</l>
<l n="2133">Health to my Lord, and gentle Cousin<hi rend="italic">Mowbray</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-mow">
<speaker rend="italic">Mow.</speaker>
<l n="2134">You wish me health in very happy season,</l>
<l n="2135">For I am, on the sodaine, something ill.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2136">Against ill Chances, men are euer merry,</l>
<l n="2137">But heauinesse fore‑runnes the good euent.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="2138">Therefore be merry (Cooze) since sodaine sorrow</l>
<l n="2139">Serues to say thus: some good thing comes to morrow.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2140">Beleeue me, I am passing light in spirit.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-mow">
<speaker rend="italic">Mow.</speaker>
<l n="2141">So much the worse, if your owne Rule be true.</l>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
<speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
<l n="2142">The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how
<lb/>they showt.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-mow">
<speaker rend="italic">Mow.</speaker>
<l n="2143">This had been chearefull, after Victorie.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2144">A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest:</l>
<l n="2145">For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,</l>
<l n="2146">And neither partie looser.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
<speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
<l n="2147">Goe (my Lord)</l>
<l n="2148">And let our Army be discharged too:</l>
<l n="2149">And good my Lord (so please you) let our Traines</l>
<l n="2150">March by vs, that wee may peruse the men</l>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<l n="2151">Wee should haue coap'd withall.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2152">Goe, good Lord<hi rend="italic">Hastings:</hi>
</l>
<l n="2153">And ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
<speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
<l n="2154">I trust (Lords) wee shall lye to night together.</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Westmerland.</stage>
<l n="2155">Now Cousin, wherefore stands our Army still?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="2156">The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand,</l>
<l n="2157">Will not goe off, vntill they heare you speake.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
<speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
<p n="2158">They know their duties.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="entrance">Enter Hastings.</stage>
<sp who="#F-2h4-has">
<speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
<l n="2159">Our Army is dispers'd:</l>
<l n="2160">Like youthfull steeres, vnyoak'd, they tooke their course</l>
<l n="2161">East, West, North, South: or like a Schoole, broke vp,</l>
<l n="2162">Each hurryes towards his home, and sporting place.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="2163">Good tidings (my Lord<hi rend="italic">Hastings)</hi>for the which,</l>
<l n="2164">I doe arrest thee (Traytor) of high Treason:</l>
<l n="2165">And you Lord Arch‑bishop, and you Lord<hi rend="italic">Mowbray</hi>,</l>
<l n="2166">Of Capitall Treason, I attach you both.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-mow">
<speaker rend="italic">Mow.</speaker>
<l n="2167">Is this proceeding iust, and honorable?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="2168">Is your Assembly so?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-scr">
<speaker rend="italic">Bish.</speaker>
<l n="2169">Will you thus breake your faith?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
<speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
<l n="2170">I pawn'd thee none:</l>
<l n="2171">I promis'd you redresse of these same Grieuances</l>
<l n="2172">Whereof you did complaine; which, by mine Honor,</l>
<l n="2173">I will performe, with a most Christian care.</l>
<l n="2174">But for you (Rebels) looke to taste the due</l>
<l n="2175">Meet for Rebellion, and such Acts as yours.</l>
<l n="2176">Most shallowly did you these Armes commence,</l>
<l n="2177">Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.</l>
<l n="2178">Strike vp our Drummes, pursue the scattder'd stray,</l>
<l n="2179">Heauen, and not wee, haue safely fought to day.</l>
<l n="2180">Some guard these Traitors to the Block of Death,</l>
<l n="2181">Treasons true Bed, and yeelder vp of breath.</l>
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