fhapes; which deliver'd o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The fecond property of your excellent Sherris, is, the warming of the blood; which before cold and fettled, left the liver white and pale; which is the badge of pufillanimity and cowardife: but the Sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards, to the parts extreme; it illuminateth the face, which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the reft of this little Kingdom, Man, to arm; and then the vital commoners and inland petty spirits mufter me all to their captain, the heart; who great, and puft up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of Sherris. So that fkill in the weapon is nothing without fack, for that sets it a-work; and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, 'till Sack 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 fons, the first human principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations, and to addict themselves to Sack, Enter Bardolph. How now, Bardolph? Bard. The army is difcharged all, and gone. Fal. Let them go; I'll through Glouceflerfhire, and there will I vifit mafter Robert Shallow, Efquire; I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I feal with him. Come away. [Exeunt. SCENE Changes to the Palace at Weftminster. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, and Gloucester. K. Henry. NOW, lords, if heav'n doth give suc end To this Debate that bleedeth at our doors, 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 Windfor. K. Henry. And how accompanied? Glou. I do not know, my lord. 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 How chance thou art not with the Prince thy brother? Of mediation, after I am dead, Between his greatness and thy other brethren. Therefore Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love; Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; Cla. I fhall obferve him with all care and love. Cla. He is not there to day; he dines in London. Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers, K. Henry. Moft fubject is the fatteft foil to weeds: And he, the noble image of my youth, Is over-fpread with them; therefore my grief The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, you When When rage and hot blood are his counsellors War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: The Prince but ftudies his companions, Like a ftrange tongue; wherein to gain the language, 'Tis needful, that the moft immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd, Caft off his followers; and their memory 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! West. SCENE IX. Enter Westmorland. EALTH to my Sovereign, and new hap H pinefs Added to That, which I am to deliver! Prince John, your fon, doth kiss your grace's hand: K. Henry. O Westmorland, thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter fings The lifting up of day. Enter Harcourt. Look, here's more news. Har. From enemies heav'n keep your Majefty= K. Henry. And wherefore should thefe good news make me fick? Will fortune never come with both hands full, Cla. Oh, my royal father!" Weft. My fovereign lord, chear up yourself, lookup. War. Be patient, Princes; you do know, thefe fits Are with his Highnefs very ordinary. pangs; Stand from him, give him air: he'll ftraight be well. Hath wrought the mure, 1i.. the Wall. Mr. Pope. And |