He ask'd the way to Chester, and of him A Messenger with Ill News. This man's brow, like to a title leaf, So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood * * * * * Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd— Thou shak'st thine head, and hold'st it fear or sin *The strand, the shore. Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. Description of the Death of Hotspur and Defeat of his Army. I am sorry I should force you to believe That which I would to heaven I had not seen: From whence with life he never more sprung up. In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Had slain three persons whom he mistook for the king. Is, that the king hath won; and hath sent out Greater Griefs destroy the less. As the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life, Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, Are thrice themselves: hence therefore, thou nice crutch; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel, : Must glove this hand and hence thou sickly quoif,† Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit. The Fickleness of the Mob. An habitation giddy and unsure *Feeble. A cap worn by an invalid. * O thou fond ! many * with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, Before he was what thou wouldst have him be! And being now trimm'd in thine own desires, Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. ACT III. King Henry's Soliloquy on Sleep. How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep?-Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch, Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them *The common people. To the wet sea-boy, in an hour so rude ; Deny it to a king? Then happy low lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. ACT IV. * The Character of King Henry V. by his Father. He is gracious if he be observed; He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Yet, notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint; Fortune. Will fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest letters? 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. Prince Henry's reflections on the Crown. Why doth the crown lie here upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow? *Happy low, means the humbler classes. |