ing and instructive scenes between the Prince and his father? So that the reader will perceive that these scenes are still in keeping with my view that the Poet depicted himself in the Prince, and that he still drew from personal experiences in writing these passages. Let the reader turn to the Fourth Scene in the Fourth Act of the Second Part of Henry the Fourth,-too long to be inserted here,—and judge for himself; let him read these passages carefully, and he will perceive that they are simply the natural conferences of father and son, drawn by the hand and colored by the imagination of a poet.

CHAPTER XI.

SCENE WITH THE CHIEF JUSTICE THE PRINCE CONTRASTED WITH HIS BROTHER JOHN TESTIMONY OF THE POET'S CONTEMPORARIES AS TO HIS GENTLE CHAR

ACTER.

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FTER perusing this scene, and noting especially the lines,

If I do feign,

O! let me in my present wildness die,
And never live to show the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed,

the reader will be ready for the scene in which the king's best hopes are realized, and the noble and magnanimous behavior of his son toward the Chief Justice is shown a scene so beautiful, so full of noble lines, and exhibiting the Prince in so amiable a light,-acting and speaking as we cannot help thinking the Poet

would have acted and spoken in his place, that I cannot forbear giving it entire, without omitting a single word.

SCENE II.-Westminster. A Room in the Palace.
Enter WARWICK, and the Lord Chief Justice.
War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither
away?

Ch. Just. How doth the king?

War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all

ended.

Ch. Just. I hope, not dead?

War.

He's walk'd the way of nature.

And to our purposes, he lives no more.

Ch. Just. I would his majesty had called me with him :

The service that I truly did his life

Hath left me open to all injuries.

War. Indeed, I think the young king loves you

not.

Ch. Just. I know he doth not; and do arm myself,

To welcome the condition of the time;

Which cannot look more hideously upon me

Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

Enter Prince JOHN, Prince HUMPHREY, CLARENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others.

War.

Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry :

O, that the living Harry had the temper

Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!

How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
P. John. Good-morrow, cousin Warwick.
P. Humph. Good-morrow, cousin.

P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

War. We do remember; but our argument Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!

Ch. Just. Peace be with us, least we be heavier ! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed:

And I dare swear, you borrow not that face

Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.

P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,

You stand in coldest expectation:

I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.

Cla.

Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;

Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in
honor,

Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see, that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.-
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.

War. Here comes the prince.

Enter Prince HENRY, as KING.

Ch. Just. Good-morrow; and heaven save your majesty !

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think.

Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear:
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,

But Harry, Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow so royally in you appears,

That I will deeply put the fashion on,

And wear it in my heart. Why, then, be sad:
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.

For me, by Heaven, I bid you be assured,
I'll be your father and your brother too;

Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep that Harry's dead; and so will I :
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness.

P. John, etc. We hope no other from your majesty. King. You all look strangely on me :-and you [To the Chief Justice.

most:

You are, I think, assured, I love you not.

Ch. Just. I am assured, if I be measured rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.

King. No!

How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?