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 IV
Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas? CLARENCE
He is not there to-day; he dines in London. KING HENRY IV
And how accompanied? canst thou tell that? CLARENCE
With Poins, and other his continual followers. KING HENRY IV
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 look'd upon and learn'd; which
once attain'd, 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 others, Turning past evils to advantages. KING HENRY IV
'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 unsheath'd 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.
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