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, being daily fwallowed by men's eyes,
furfeited with honey; and began
ath the taste of fweetnefs, whereof a little
than a little is by much too much.
hen he had occafion to be feen,
is but as the cuckow is in June,
,not regarded; feen, but with fuch eyes,
ick and blunted with community,
d no extraordinary gaze,
as is bent on fun-like majefty
it fhines feldom in admiring eyes:
ather drows'd, and hung their eye-lids
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
Andwitch the world with noble horsemanship.
Hotfpur's Impatience for the Battle.
-Let them come:
young Harry with his beaver on, aiffes on his thighs, gallantly arm'dfrom the ground, like feather'd Mercury, vaulted with fuch ease into his feat,
They come like facrifices in their trim,
And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war,
All hot and bleeding, will we offer them:
The mailed Mars fhall on his altar fit,
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,
To hear this rich reprifal is fo nigh,
And yet not ours: Come, let me take my horse,
Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt,
Against the bofom of the Prince of Wales:
Harry to Harry fhall, not hoife to horse,
Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a
O, that Glendower were come! [corfe.
Prince Henry's modeft Challenge.
-Tell your nephew, [world
The Prince of Wales doth join with all the
In praife of Henry Percy: by my hopes-
This prefent enterprise fet off his head—
I do not think, a braver gentleman,
More active-valiant, or more valiant, young
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
For my part, 1 fpeak it to my shame,
I have a truant been to chivalry;
And fo I hear he doth account me too:
Yet this before my father's majesty--
I am content that he shall take the odds
Of his great name and eftimation;
And will, to fave the blood on either fide,
Try fortune with him in a fingle fight.
Prince Henry's pathetic Speech on the Death of
in his face, and rendered such aspect oudy men ufe to their adverfaries; [full. with his prefence glutted, gorg'd, and rince Henry's modeft Defence of himself.
God forgive them, that fo much have fway'd Majesty's good thoughts away from me! redeem all this on Percy's head, in the closing of fome glorious day, id to tell you that I am your fon;
I will wear a garment all of blood, tain my favours in a bloody mask, h, wash'd away, shall fcour my shame with it..
hat shall be the day, whene'er it lights, this fame child of honour and renown, allant Hotspur, this all-praifed knight, our unthought of Harrychance to meet: "ry honour fitting on his helm,
they were multitudes: and on my head mes redoubled; for the time will come I hall make this northern youth exorious deeds for my indignitios. [change is but my factor, good my lord, grofs up glorious deeds on my behalf; will call him to fo strict account, he hall render every glory up, ven the flightest worthip of his time, ill tear the reckoning from his heart. m the name of God, I promife here: hich, if he be pleas'd I fhall perform, efeech your majefty may falve ong grown wounds of my intemperance:§ the end of life cancels all bonds; I will die a hundred thousand deaths, reak the fmallest parcel of this vow. A Gallant Warrior.
-Brave Percy:-fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou fhrunk !
When that this body did contain a fpirit,
A kingdom for it was too fmall a bound;
But now, two paces of the vileft earth
Is room enough:-This earth that bears thee
Bears not alive, so ftout a gentleman. [dead,
If thou wert fenfible of courtefy,
I fhould not make fo dear a fhow of zeal :-
But let my favours hide thy mangled face:
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself,
For doing thefe fair rites of tenderness. [ven!
Adieu, and take thy praife with thee to hea
Thy ignominy fleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
Life demands Action.
O, gentlemen, the time of life is fhort;
To spend that shortnefs bafely, were too long.
It life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
20. THE SCOND PART OF HENRY IV. SHAKSPEARE.
I, Making the wind my pofthorie, dill unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth...
Upon my tongues continual flanders ride; ·
The which in ev'ry language I pronounce;
Stuffing the ears of men with falfe reports.
I fpeak of peace, while covert enmity,
Under the fmile of fafety,wounds the world:
And who but Rumour, who but only I,
Make fearful mufters, and prepar'd defence,
Whilft the big year, fwoln with fome other
Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war.
And no fuch matter? Rumour is a pipe
Blown by furmifes, jealoufies, conjectures;
And of fo eafy and fo plain a stop,
That the blunt monfter with uncounted heads,
The ftill difcordant wavering multitude,
Can play upon it.
Contention, like a horfe
Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
And bears down all before him.
After him, came, fpurring hard,
A gentleman almost forefpent with speed,
That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied
He afk'd the way to Chefter; and of him
I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.
He told me, that rebellion had ill luck,
And that young Harry Percy's fpur was cold:
With that, he gave his able horse the head,
And, bending forward, ftruck his armed heels
Against the panting fides of his poor jade
Up to the rowel head; and, starting so,
He feem'd in running to devour the way,
Staying no longer question.
Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
Foretels the nature of a tragic volume:
So looks the ftrondwhereon th'imperious flood
Hath left a witnefs'd ufurpation. [cheek
Thou trembleft: and the whitenefs in thy
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even fuch a man, fo faint, fo fpiritless,
So dull, fo dead in look, fo woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
And would have told him half his Troy was
I fee a strange confeffion in thine eye: [fin,
Thou fhak' thy head; and hold'ft it fear or
To fpeak a truth. If he be flain, fay fo:
The tongue offends not that reports his death:
And he doth fin, that doth belie the dead;
Not he, which fays the dead is not alive.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a lofing office; and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a fullen bell,
Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
Greater griefs deftroy the lefs.
As the wretch, whofe fever-weaken'd joints,
Like ftrengthlefs hinges, buckle under life,
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
Out of his keeper's arms; even fo my limbs,
Weakened with grief, being now enrag'd with
Are thrice themfelves: Hence therefore thou
A fcaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,
Muft glove his hand : and hence, thon fickly
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
Now bind my brows with iron, and approach
Whichprinces, flesh'dwith conqueft,aim to hit,
The rugged'ft hour that time and spite dar
To frown upon th'enrag'd Northumberland
Let heaven kifs earth! now letnot Natures
And let this world no longer be a ftage
Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die!
But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
To feed contention in a ling'ring act;
Reign in all bofoms, that, each heart being
On bloody courfes, the rude fcene may end,
And darkness be the burier of the dead;
The Fickleness of the Vulgar.
An habitation giddy and unfure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many; with what loud applaufe
Didfl thou beat heaven with bleffing Balag
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be
And, being now trimm'd in thine own defire,
Thou, beaftly feeder, art fo full of him,
That thou provok'ft thyself to caft him up.
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyedra
Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted the
Andfteep my fenfes in forgetfulness! [dow
Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in fmoky cra
Upon uneafypallets ftretchingthee, [flu
And huth'd with buzzing night-flies to L
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the grea
Under the canopies of cottly flate,
O thou dull god, why lieft thou with the vile,
And lull'd with founds of sweetest melody;
A watch-cafe, or a common larum-bell
In loathfome beds;and leav'ft thekinglycouch,
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mall,
Seal up the hip-boy's eyes, and rock histra
In cradle of the rude imperious furge;
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
And in the vifitation of the winds,
Curling their monftrous heads, and hang
With deaf'ning clamours in the flippery cloud,
Canft thou, O partial fleep! give thy repax
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes
To the wet fea-boy in an hour fo rude;
And, in the calmeft and the stilleft night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king?
The Character of King Henry V. by his Father,
He is gracious if he be obferv'd;
Open as day for melting charity:
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's
As humourous as winter, and as fudden fint
His temper, therefore, must be well obferv'è
As flaws congeal'd in the fpring of day.
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
Till that his paffions, like a whale on ground,
But, being moody, give him line and fcope
Confound themselves with working.
ill fortune never come with both hands full,
write her fair words ftill in fouleft letters? either gives a stomach, and no foodare the poor in health; or else a feast, takes away the ftomach-fuch the rich, have abundance, and enjoy it not.
gue between Prince Henry and his Father. -Come hither to me, Harry :rt the chamber, leave us here alone. Exit Lords. I never thought to hear you speak again. en. Thy with was farther, Harry, to that thought:
too long by thee, I weary thee. thou fo hungerfor myemptychair, [nours, thou wilt needs inveft thee with mine hoe thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! feek'ft the greatnefs that will overwhelm thee.
put a little: for my cloud of dignity
d from falling with fo weak a wind,
it will quickly drop; my day is dim.
1 hast stolen that, which after some few
Heaven witnefs with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your
How cold it ftruck my heart! If I do feign,
O, let me in my prefent wildness die!
And never live to fhew the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead
(And dead almoft, my liege, to think you
I fpake unto the crown, as having fenfe,
And thus upbraided it. "The care on thee
"Hath fed upon the body of my father; [golds
death"Therefore, thou beft of gold, art worst of
"Other, lefs fine in carat, is more precious,
"Preferving life in med'cine potable:[nown'd
"But thou most fine, molt honour'd, moft re-
"Haft eat thybearer up." Thus, mymoft royal
Accufing it, I put it on my head;
To try with it-as with an enemy
That had before myface murdered myfather-
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or fwell my thoughts to any ftrain of pride;
If any rebel or vain fpirit of mine
Did, with the leaft affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head:
And make me as the pooreft vaffal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Hen. O my fon!
Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence,
That thou might ft win the more thy father's
Pleading fo wifely in excufe of it. [love,
Come hither, Harry, fit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very lateft counfel [fon,
That ever I fhall breathe. Heaven knows, my
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
I met this crown; and I myselfknow well,
How troublesome it fat upon my head:
To thee it shall defcend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the foil of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It feem'd in me,
But as an honour fnatch'd with boisterous
And I had many living, to upbraid [hand;
My gain of it by their affiftances;
Which dailygrew to quarrel and to bloodshed.
Wounding fuppofed peace: All these bold
Thou feeft, with peril I have answered: [fears,
For all my reign hath been but as a fcene
Acting that argument; and now my death
:thine without offence; and, at my
u haft feal'd up my expectation:
life did manifeft thou lov'dft me not,
thou wilt have me die affur'd of it,
hid'ft a thousand daggers inthy thoughts,
h thou haft whetted on thy itony heart,
ab at half an hour of my life. [hour?
!! canft thou not forbear me half an
get thee gone and dig my grave thyfelf;
bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Il the tears that fhould bedew my hearfe,
rops of balm, to fanctify thy head:
compound me with forgotten duft;
that, which gave thee life, unto the
: down my officers, break mydecrees;
ow a time is come to mock at form,
the Fifth is crown'd:-up, vanity;
1, royal state! All you fage counsellors,
to the English court affemble now, ev'ry region apes of idleness; [fcum: neighbour-confines, purge you of your you a ruffian thatwillfwear, drink, dance, Ithe night; rob, murder, and commit oldeft fins the newest kind of ways?
P. H. O pardon me, my liege! but for my [Kneeling.
ppy, he will trouble you no more:
and fhall double gild his treble guilt:
and fhall give him office, honour, might:
he fifth Harry from curb'd licenfe plucks
muzzle of refraint, and the wild dog
Beth his tooth in ev'ry innocent.
y poor kingdom, fick with civil blows!
n that my care could not withold thy
at wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
hou wilt be a wilderness again,
led with wolves, thy old inhabitants!
The moift impediments unto my fpeech,
I had foreftall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The courfe of it fo far. There is your crown;
And He that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rife [rit
(Which my moft true and inward duteous fpi
Teacheth), this proftrate and exterior bend-
Changes the mode: for what in me was pur- [ See your most dreadful lawsfolooselyflighted,
Falls upon thee in a much fairer fort: [chas'd, Behold yourself fo by a fon difdain'd;
So thou the garland wear'ft fucceffively. [do, And then imagine me taking your part,
Yet tho' thou ftand' ft more fure than I could And, in your power, foft filencing your fon.
Thou art not firm enough, fince griefs are
And all thy friends, which thou must make
Have but their ftings and teeth newlyta'en.out.
I was firft advanc'd,
And by whofe pow'r I might well lodge a fear, The brightest heaven of invention!
To be again difplac'd: which to avoid,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land; [look
Left reft, and lying ftill, might make them
Too near unto my fate. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy courfe, to bufy giddy minds [out,
Withforeign quarrels; that action, hence borne
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wafted fo,
That ftrength of fpeech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true
P. Hen. My gracious liege,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right muft my poffeffion be:
Which I,with more than with a common pain,
'Gainft all the world will rightfully maintain.
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keeps the ports of flumber open wide
To many a watchful night-fleep with it now!
Yet not fo found, and half fo deeply fweet,
Ashe, whofe brow, with homelybiggen bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O Majefty!
When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou doft fit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That fcalds with fafety.
How quickly nature falls into revolt,
When gold becomes her object!
For this the foolish, over-careful fathers
Have broke their fleep with thoughts, their
Their bones with induftry; [brains with care,
For this they have engross'd and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of ftrange atchieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their fons with arts and martial exercifes:
When, like the bee, culling from ev'ry flow'r
The virtuous fweets,
Our thighs packed with wax, our months with
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains.
The Chief Juftice to King Henry V. whom he had
-If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a fon fet your decrees at nought;
Topluck down jufticefrom your awful bench;
To trip the courfe of law, and blunt the fword
That guards the peace and fafetyof yourperfon;
Nay, more, to fpurn at your moft royal image,
And mock your workings in a fecond body.
Quftion your royal thoughts, make the cafe
Be row the father, and propofe a fon [yours,
Hear your own dignity fo much profan'd,
A kingdom for a ftage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling feee!
Then fhould the warlike Harry, like himfe,
Aflume the port of Mars; and, at his he
Leafht in like hounds, fhould famine, fword,
Crouch for employment.
Confideration, like an angel, came,
And whipp'd th'offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradife,
To envelop and contain celeftial fpirits.
King Henry V. his Perfections.
Hear him but reafon in divinity,
And, all-admiring, with an inward with
You would defire the king were made a prelate
Hear him debate of common-wealth affairs,
You would fay, it hath been all-in-all bå
Lift his difcourfe of war, and you shall her
Turn him to any caufe of policy,
A fearful battle rendered you in mufic.
Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks,
The gordian knot of it he will unloofe,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears
The air, a chartered libertine, is ftill,
To steal his fweet and honey'd fentences.
The Commonwealth of Bees.
So work the honey-bees:
Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of forts:
Others, like merchants, venture trade abro
Where fome, like magiftrates,correct athon
Make boot upon the fummer's velvet bud
Others, like foldiers, armed in their fing,
Which pillage they with merry march br
To the tent.royal of their emperor: [ho
Whe, butied in his majefty, furveys
The finging mafons building roofs of gold;
The civil citizens kneading up the honey;
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
The fad-eyed juftice, with his furly hum,
Their heavy burthens at his narrow gate;
Delivering o'er to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.
And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Now all the youth of England are on fire,
Now thrive the armourers, and honour
Reigns folely in the breast of every man:
Following the mirror of all Chriftian kings,
They fell the pafture now to buy the horse;
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now fits expectation in the air;
hides a fword, from hilt unto the point, I Give dreadful note of preparation. crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets, The country cocks do crow, the clocks do is'd to Harry, and his followers. And the third hour of drowfy morning name., England. Proud of their numbers, and fecure in foul,
England!-model to thy inward great-The confident and over-lufty French
ittle body with a mighty heart-[nefs, Do the low-rated English play at dice;
mightst thou do, that honour would And chide the cripple tardy gaited night,
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp
So tediouslyaway. The poor condemned Eng-
Like facrifices, by their watchful fires [lifh,
Sit patiently, and inly ruminate
The morning's danger; and their gesture fad,
Inveftinglank lean cheeks, andwar-worn coats,
Prefenteth them unto the gazing moon
So manyhorrid ghosts. O, now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band, [tent,
Walking from watch to watch, from tent to
Let him cry-praife and glory on his head!
For forth he goes, and vifits all his hoft;
Bids them good morrow, with a modeft fmile;
And calls them-brothers, friends, and coun-
Upon his royal face there is no note [trymen.
How dread an army hath enrounded him;
Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour
Unto the weary and all-watched night:
But frefly looks, and overbears attaint,
With cheerful femblance, and fweet majefty;
That ev'ry wretch, pining and pale before,
Beholding him, plucks comfort fromhis looks:
A largefs univerfal, like the fun,
His liberal eye doth give to ev'ry one,
Thawing cold fear.
all thy children kind and natural!
e thy fault! France hath in thee found
of hollow bofoms, which he fills [out
Falfe Appearances. how thou haft with jealousy infected weetnefs of affiance! fhew men dutiful? fo didft thou: feem they grave and learned? [mily
fo didft thou: come they of noble fafo didft thou: feem they religious? fo didst thou: or are they fpare in diet; rom grofs paffion, or of mirth, or anger; ant infpirit,not fwerving with the blood; fh'd and deck'd in modeft compliment; orking with the eye, without the ear, out in purged judgment, trufting neither? and fo finely boulted, didst thou feem: thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, ark the full-fraught man, and beft enfome fufpicion. [dued, Henry's Character, by the Conftable of France. ou are too much mistaken in this king: tion your grace the late ambaffadors— what great ftate he heard their embaffy: well fupplied with noble counfellors modeft in exception, and, withal, terrible in conftant refolution-you fhall find, his vanities fore-fpent e but the out-fide of the Roman Brutus, =ring difcretion with a coat of folly; ardeners do with ordure hide thofe roots tshall first fpring, and be most delicate. Defcription of a Flect fetting Sail. Suppofe, that you have feen well-appointed king at Hampton-pier ark his royalty; and his brave fleet 1 filken streamers the young Phoebus fanning,
The Miferics of Royalty.
O hard condition! twin-born with greatnefs,
Subject to the breathof every fool, [wringing!
Whofe fenfe no more can feel but his own
What infinite heart's-cafe muft kings neglect,
That private men enjoy!
And what have kings, that privates have not
Save ceremony, fave general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?
What kind of god art thou,that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in?
O ceremony, fhew me but thy worth!
What is the foul of adoration? [form,
Art thou aught elfe but place, degree, and
Creating awe and fear in other men,
Wherein thou art lefs happy, being fear'd,
Than they in fearing?
What drink'it thou oft, instead of homage
But poifon'd flattery? O, be fick, great great.
And bid thy ceren.ony give thee cure. [nefs,
Think'ft thou, the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low-bending?
Canit thou, when thou command'ft the beg-
Command the health of it? No, thou proud
That play't fo fubtly with a king's repofe :
I am a king, that find thee; and i know,
'Tis not the baim, the fceptre, and the ball,
The fword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The enter-tiflued robe of gold and pearl,
The farfed title running 'fore the king,
The throne he fits on, nor the tide of pomp.