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,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
And draw no fwords but what are fanctify'd.
Our Navy is address'd, our Pow'r collected,
Our Subftitutes in abfence well invefted,
And every thing lies level to our wish:
Only we want a little perfonal ftrength:
And paufe us, till these Rebels, now a-foot,
Come underneath the yoke of Government.

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
Clarence.

How chance thou art not with the Prince thy brother?
He loves thee, and thou doft neglect him, Thomas;
Thou haft a better place in his affection,
Than all thy brothers: cherifh it, my boy;
And noble offices thou may't affect

Of mediation, after I am dead,

Between his greatness and thy other brethren.
I 3

Therefore

Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love;
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace,
By feeming cold, or careless of his will.
For he is gracious, if he be obferv'd:
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day, for melting charity:

Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint;
As humorous as winter, and as fudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper therefore must be well obferv'd:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth:
But being moody, give him line and fcope,
'Till that his paffions, like a Whale on ground,
Confound themfelves with working. Learn this, Tho
And thou shalt prove a fhelter to thy friends: [mas,
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in,
That the united veffel of their blood,
(Mingled with venom of fuggeftion,
As, force-per-force, the age will pour it in :)
Shall never leak, though it do work as ftrong
As Aconitum, or rash gun-powder.

Cla. I fhall obferve him with all care and love.
K. Henry. Why art thou not at Windfor with him,
Thomas?

Cla. He is not there to day; he dines in London.
K. Henry. And how accompanied? canft thou tell
That? f

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
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.

The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape,
In forms imaginary, th' unguided days
And rotten times that fhall look upon,
When I am fleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,

you

When

When rage and hot blood are his counsellors
When means and lavish manners meet together,
Oh, with what wings fhall his affection fly
Tow'rd fronting peril and oppos'd decay?

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,
Your highness knows, comes to no farther use,
But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The Prince will in the perfectness of time

Caft off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace muft mete the lives of others;
Turning paft evils to advantages.

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:
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Haftings, and all,
Are brought to the correction of your Law;
There is not now a rebel's fword unfheath'd,
But Peace puts forth her Olive ev'ry where.
The manner how this action hath been borne,
Here at more leifure may your Highness read,
With every course, in his particular.

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=
And, when they ftand against you, may they fall
As thofe that I am come to tell you of!
The Earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph,
With a great Pow'r of English and of Scots,
Are by the Sh'riff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains at large.

K. Henry. And wherefore should thefe good news make me fick?

Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words ftill in fouleft letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food;
(Such are the poor, in health) or elfe a feaft,
And takes away the ftomach; (fuch the rich,
That have abundance and enjoy it not.)
I fhould rejoice now at this happy news,
And now my fight fails, and my brain is giddy.
O me, come near me, now I am much ill!
Glou. Comfort your Majefty!

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.
Cla. No, no, he cannot long hold out these
Th' inceffant care and labour of his mind
*Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in,
So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.
Glou. The people fear me; for they do observe
Unfather'd heirs and loathy births of Nature:
The Seafons change their manners, as the year
Had found fome months afleep, and leap'd them over.
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;

Hath wrought the mure,

1i.. the Wall.

Mr. Pope.

And