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- 56 The Second Part of
That with the hurly death itself awakes ?
Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude,
And in the calmest and most stillest night, 28
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down !
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Enter Warwick and Surrey.
War. Many good morrows to your majesty! 32
King. Is it good morrow, lords?
War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.
King. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? 36
War. We have, my liege.
King. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom,
How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger, near the heart of it. 40
War. It is but as a body, yet distemper'd,
Which to his former strength may be restor'd
With good advice and little medicine:
My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. 44
King. O God! that one might read the book of
fate,
And see the revolution of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent, —
Weary of solid firmness, — melt itself 48
Into the sea ! and, other times, to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration 52
With divers liquors!
O!
if this were
seen,
The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
25 hurly: tumult
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