1    Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
2    Unless some dull and favourable hand
3    Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

4    Call for the music in the other room.

5    Set me the crown upon my pillow here.

6    His eye is hollow, and he changes much.

7    Less noise, less noise!

8    Who saw the Duke of Clarence?

9    I am here, brother, full of heaviness.

10   How now! rain within doors, and none abroad!
11   How doth the king?

12   Exceeding ill.

13   Heard he the good news yet?
14   Tell it him.

15   He alter'd much upon the hearing it.

16   If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic.

17   Not so much noise, my lords: sweet prince,
18   speak low;
19   The king your father is disposed to sleep.

20   Let us withdraw into the other room.

21   Will't please your grace to go along with us?

22   No; I will sit and watch here by the king.
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23   Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
24   Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
25   O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
26   That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
27   To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
28   Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
29   As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
30   Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
31   When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
32   Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
33   That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
34   There lies a downy feather which stirs not:
35   Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
36   Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father!
37   This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep
38   That from this golden rigol hath divorced
39   So many English kings. Thy due from me
40   Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,
41   Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
42   Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
43   My due from thee is this imperial crown,
44   Which, as immediate as thy place and blood,
45   Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,
46   Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength
47   Into one giant arm, it shall not force
48   This lineal honour from me: this from thee
49   Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.

50   Warwick! Gloucester! Clarence!

51   Doth the king call?

52   What would your majesty? How fares your grace?

53   Why did you leave me here alone, my lords?

54   We left the prince my brother here, my liege,
55   Who undertook to sit and watch by you.

56   The Prince of Wales! Where is he? let me see him:
57   He is not here.

58   This door is open; he is gone this way.

59   He came not through the chamber where we stay'd.

60   Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow?

61   When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.

62   The prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out.
63   Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
64   My sleep my death?
65   Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
Exit WARWICK
66   This part of his conjoins with my disease,
67   And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are!
68   How quickly nature falls into revolt
69   When gold becomes her object!
70   For this the foolish over-careful fathers
71   Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,
72   Their bones with industry;
73   For this they have engrossed and piled up
74   The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
75   For this they have been thoughtful to invest
76   Their sons with arts and martial exercises:
77   When, like the bee, culling from every flower
78   The virtuous sweets,
79   Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
80   We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
81   Are murdered for our pains. This bitter taste
82   Yield his engrossments to the ending father.
Re-enter WARWICK
83   Now, where is he that will not stay so long
84   Till his friend sickness hath determined me?

85   My lord, I found the prince in the next room,
86   Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
87   With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow
88   That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
89   Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
90   With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.

91   But wherefore did he take away the crown?
Re-enter PRINCE HENRY
92   Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry.
93   Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

94   I never thought to hear you speak again.

95   Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:
96   I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
97   Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair
98   That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours
99   Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
100  Thou seek'st the greatness that will o'erwhelm thee.
101  Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
102  Is held from falling with so weak a wind
103  That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
104  Thou hast stolen that which after some few hours
105  Were thine without offence; and at my death
106  Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:
107  Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not,
108  And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
109  Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
110  Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
111  To stab at half an hour of my life.
112  What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
113  Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself,
114  And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
115  That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
116  Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse
117  Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:
118  Only compound me with forgotten dust
119  Give that which gave thee life unto the worms.
120  Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
121  For now a time is come to mock at form:
122  Harry the Fifth is crown'd: up, vanity!
123  Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence!
124  And to the English court assemble now,
125  From every region, apes of idleness!
126  Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
127  Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
128  Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
129  The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
130  Be happy, he will trouble you no more;
131  England shall double gild his treble guilt,
132  England shall give him office, honour, might;
133  For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
134  The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
135  Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.
136  O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!
137  When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
138  What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
139  O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
140  Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!

141  O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
142  The moist impediments unto my speech,
143  I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke
144  Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard
145  The course of it so far. There is your crown;
146  And He that wears the crown immortally
147  Long guard it yours! If I affect it more
148  Than as your honour and as your renown,
149  Let me no more from this obedience rise,
150  Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
151  Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending.
152  God witness with me, when I here came in,
153  And found no course of breath within your majesty,
154  How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
155  O, let me in my present wildness die
156  And never live to show the incredulous world
157  The noble change that I have purposed!
158  Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
159  And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,
160  I spake unto this crown as having sense,
161  And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending
162  Hath fed upon the body of my father;
163  Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold:
164  Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
165  Preserving life in medicine potable;
166  But thou, most fine, most honour'd: most renown'd,
167  Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal liege,
168  Accusing it, I put it on my head,
169  To try with it, as with an enemy
170  That had before my face murder'd my father,
171  The quarrel of a true inheritor.
172  But if it did infect my blood with joy,
173  Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
174  If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
175  Did with the least affection of a welcome
176  Give entertainment to the might of it,
177  Let God for ever keep it from my head
178  And make me as the poorest vassal is
179  That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!

180  O my son,
181  God put it in thy mind to take it hence,
182  That thou mightst win the more thy father's love,
183  Pleading so wisely in excuse of it!
184  Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
185  And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
186  That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son,
187  By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways
188  I met this crown; and I myself know well
189  How troublesome it sat upon my head.
190  To thee it shall descend with bitter quiet,
191  Better opinion, better confirmation;
192  For all the soil of the achievement goes
193  With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
194  But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand,
195  And I had many living to upbraid
196  My gain of it by their assistances;
197  Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
198  Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears
199  Thou see'st with peril I have answered;
200  For all my reign hath been but as a scene
201  Acting that argument: and now my death
202  Changes the mode; for what in me was purchased,
203  Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;
204  So thou the garland wear'st successively.
205  Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
206  Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;
207  And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends,
208  Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
209  By whose fell working I was first advanced
210  And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
211  To be again displaced: which to avoid,
212  I cut them off; and had a purpose now
213  To lead out many to the Holy Land,
214  Lest rest and lying still might make them look
215  Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
216  Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
217  With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
218  May waste the memory of the former days.
219  More would I, but my lungs are wasted so
220  That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
221  How I came by the crown, O God forgive;
222  And grant it may with thee in true peace live!

223  My gracious liege,
224  You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
225  Then plain and right must my possession be:
226  Which I with more than with a common pain
227  'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

228  Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.

229  Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!

230  Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;
231  But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
232  From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight
233  My worldly business makes a period.
234  Where is my Lord of Warwick?

235  My Lord of Warwick!

236  Doth any name particular belong
237  Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?

238  'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.

239  Laud be to God! even there my life must end.
240  It hath been prophesied to me many years,
241  I should not die but in Jerusalem;
242  Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land:
243  But bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
244  In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.