reputeless

God pardon thee . Yet let me wonder , Harry ,
At thy affections , which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors .
Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost ,
Which by thy younger brother is supplied ,
And art almost an alien to the hearts
Of all the court and princes of my blood .
The hope and expectation of thy time
Is ruined , and the soul of every man
Prophetically do forethink thy fall .
Had I so lavish of my presence been ,
So common-hackneyed in the eyes of men ,
So stale and cheap to vulgar company ,
Opinion , that did help me to the crown ,
Had still kept loyal to possession
And left me in reputeless banishment ,
A fellow of no mark nor likelihood .
By being seldom seen , I could not stir
But like a comet I was wondered at ,
That men would tell their children This is he .
Others would say Where ? Which is Bolingbroke ?
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven ,
And dressed myself in such humility
That I did pluck allegiance from men’s hearts ,
Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths ,
Even in the presence of the crownèd king .
Thus did I keep my person fresh and new ,
My presence , like a robe pontifical ,
Ne’er seen but wondered at , and so my state ,
Seldom but sumptuous , showed like a feast
And won by rareness such solemnity .
The skipping king , he ambled up and down
With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits ,
Soon kindled and soon burnt ; carded his state ,
Mingled his royalty with cap’ring fools ,
Had his great name profanèd with their scorns ,
And gave his countenance , against his name ,
To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push
Of every beardless vain comparative ;
Grew a companion to the common streets ,
Enfeoffed himself to popularity ,
That , being daily swallowed by men’s eyes ,
They surfeited with honey and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness , whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much .
So , when he had occasion to be seen ,
He was but as the cuckoo is in June ,
Heard , not regarded ; seen , but with such eyes
As , sick and blunted with community ,
Afford no extraordinary gaze
Such as is bent on sunlike majesty
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes ,
But rather drowsed and hung their eyelids down ,
Slept in his face , and rendered such aspect
As cloudy men use to their adversaries ,
Being with his presence glutted , gorged , and full .
And in that very line , Harry , standest thou ,
For thou hast lost thy princely privilege
With vile participation . Not an eye
But is aweary of thy common sight ,
Save mine , which hath desired to see thee more ,
Which now doth that I would not have it do ,
Make blind itself with foolish tenderness .