For this they have been thoughtful to invest When, like the bee, tolling* from every flower Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey, Come hither to me, Harry: Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. * Taking toll. Thou hast stolen that, which, after some few hours, Were thine without offence; and at my death, Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:* Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not, And thou wilt have me die assured of it. Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Give that which gave thee life, unto the worms. Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum : O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! * Confirmed my opinion. ** What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care? Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, The moist impediments unto my speech, I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke, [Kneeling. Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard O let me in my present wildness die ; And never live to show the incredulous world I spake unto the crown, as having sense, And thus upbraided it: The care on thee depending Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold, Preserving life in medicine potable:† But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege, Accusing it, I put it on my head; To try with it,-as with an enemy That had before my face murder'd my father,— The quarrel of a true inheritor * Weight. T be taken. But if it did infect my blood with joy, Did with the least affection of a welcome KING HENRY V. INVOCATION TO THE MUSE. O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, CONSIDERATION. Consideration like an angel came, And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him; Leaving his body as a paradise, To envelop and contain celestial spirits. WARLIKE SPIRIT. Now all the youth of England are on fire, They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse; And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point, APOSTROPHE TO ENGLAND. O England!-model to thy inward greatness, But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out DAME QUICKLY'S ACCOUNT OF FALSTAFF'S DEATH. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child;† 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' *i.e. The King of France. † A child not more than a month old. |