King Henry

Now, lords, if God doth give successful end

To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,

We will our youth lead on to higher fields

And draw no swords but what are sanctified.

Our navy is addressed, our power collected,

Our substitutes in absence well invested,

And every thing lies level to our wish:

Only, we want a little personal strength;

And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot,

Come underneath the yoke of government.

Warwick

Both which we doubt not but your majesty

Shall soon enjoy.

King Henry

Humphrey, my son of Gloucester,

Where is the prince your brother?

Gloucester

I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at Windsor.

King Henry

And how accompanied?

Gloucester

I do not know, my lord.

King Henry

Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?

Gloucester

No, my good lord; he is in presence here.

Clarence

What would my lord and father?

King Henry

Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.

How chance thou art not with the prince thy brother?

He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas;

Thou hast a better place in his affection

Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy,

And noble offices thou mayst effect

Of mediation, after I am dead,

Between his greatness and thy other brethren:

Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love,

Nor lose the good advantage of his grace

By seeming cold or careless of his will;

For he is gracious, if he be observed:

He hath a tear for pity and a hand

Open as day for melting charity:

Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he is flint,

As humorous as winter and as sudden

As flaws congealed in the spring of day.

His temper, therefore, must be well observed:

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,

When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth;

But, being moody, give him time and scope,

Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,

Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Thomas,

And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends,

A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in,

That the united vessel of their blood,

Mingled with venom of suggestion —

As, force perforce, the age will pour it in —

Shall never leak, though it do work as strong

As aconitum or rash gunpowder.

Clarence

I shall observe him with all care and love.

King Henry

Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?

Clarence

He is not there to-day; he dines in London.

King Henry

And how accompanied? canst thou tell that?

Clarence

With Poins, and other his continual followers.

King Henry

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;

And he, the noble image of my youth,

Is overspread 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 the unguided days

And rotten times that you shall look upon

When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,

When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,

When means and lavish manners meet together,

O, with what wings shall his affections fly

Towards fronting peril and opposed decay!

Warwick

My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite:

The prince but studies his companions

Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,

'Tis needful that the most immodest word

Be looked upon and learned; which once attained,

Your highness knows, comes to no further use

But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,

The prince will in the perfectness of time

Cast off his followers; and their memory

Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of other,

Turning past evils to advantages.

King Henry

'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb

In the dead carrion. Enter WESTMORELAND.

Who's here? Westmoreland?

Westmoreland

Health to my sovereign, and new happiness

Added to that that I am to deliver!

Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand:

Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all

Are brought to the correction of your law;

There is not now a rebel's sword unsheathed,

But Peace puts forth her olive every where.

The manner how this action hath been borne

Here at more leisure may your highness read,

With every course in his particular.

King Henry

O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird.

Which ever in the haunch of winter sings

The lifting up of day. Enter HARCOURT.

Look, here's more news.

Harcourt

From enemies heavens keep your majesty;

And, when they stand against you, may they fall

As those that I am come to tell you of!

The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph,

With a great power of English and of Scots,

Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:

The manner and true order of the fight

This packet, please it you, contains at large.

King Henry

And wherefore should these good news make me sick?

Will Fortune never come with both hands full,

But write her fair words still in foulest terms?

She either gives a stomach and no food;

Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast

And takes away the stomach; such are the rich,

That have abundance and enjoy it not.

I should rejoice now at this happy news;

And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:

O me! come near me; now I am much ill.

Gloucester

Comfort, your majesty!

Clarence

O my royal father!

Westmoreland

My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.

Warwick

Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits

Are with his highness very ordinary.

Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.

Clarence

No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs:

The incessant 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.

Gloucester

The people fear me; for they do observe

Unfathered heirs and loathly births of nature:

The seasons change their manners, as the year

Had found some months asleep and leaped them over.

Clarence

The river hath thrice flowed, no ebb between;

And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,

Say it did so a little time before

That our great-grandsire, Edward, sicked and died.

Warwick

Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.

Gloucester

This apoplexy will certain be his end.

King Henry

I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence

Into some other chamber: softly, pray. Exeunt.