Henry IV, Part 1 (Folio 1 1623)
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
¶Worc. The number of the King exceedeth ours:
2495
The Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter Sir
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Walter Blunt.
¶Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the King,
¶Hotsp. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt:
2500And would to God you were of our determination.
¶Enuie your great deseruings, and good name,
¶Because you are not of our qualitie,
¶So long as out of Limit, and true Rule,
¶But to my Charge.
¶The King hath sent to know
2510The nature of your Griefes, and whereupon
¶You coniure from the Brest of Ciuill Peace,
¶Such bold Hostilitie, teaching his dutious Land
¶Audacious Crueltie. If that the King
¶Haue any way your good Deserts forgot,
¶He bids you name your Griefes, and with all speed
2520Hotsp. The King is kinde:
¶And well wee know, the King
¶Knowes at what time to promise, when to pay.
¶My Father, my Vnckle, and my selfe,
¶Did giue him that same Royaltie he weares:
¶Sicke in the Worlds regard, wretched, and low,
¶A poore vnminded Out-law, sneaking home,
¶My Father gaue him welcome to the shore:
¶And when he heard him sweare, and vow to God,
2530He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
¶To sue his Liuerie, and begge his Peace,
¶With teares of Innocencie, and tearmes of Zeale;
¶My Father, in kinde heart and pitty mou'd,
2535Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realme
¶Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him,
¶Met him in Boroughs, Cities, Villages,
¶Attended him on Bridges, stood in Lanes,
2540Layd Gifts before him, proffer'd him their Oathes,
¶Gaue him their Heires, as Pages followed him,
¶Euen at the heeles, in golden multitudes.
¶Step me a little higher then his Vow
2545Made to my Father, while his blood was poore,
¶And now (forsooth) takes on him to reforme
¶That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth;
¶Ouer his Countries Wrongs: and by this Face,
¶The hearts of all that hee did angle for.
¶Proceeded further, cut me off the Heads
2555Of all the Fauorites, that the absent King
¶In deputation left behinde him heere,
¶Blunt. Tut, I came not to heare this.
¶Hotsp. Then to the point.
2560In short time after, hee depos'd the King.
¶Soone after that, depriu'd him of his Life:
¶And in the neck of that, task't the whole State.
¶Who is, if euery Owner were plac'd,
2565Indeede his King, to be engag'd in Wales,
¶There, without Ransome, to lye forfeited:
¶Disgrac'd me in my happie Victories,
¶Sought to intrap me by intelligence,
¶Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord,
¶Broke Oath on Oath, committed Wrong on Wrong,
¶This Head of safetie; and withall, to prie
¶Into his Title: the which wee finde
2575Too indirect, for long continuance.
¶Wee'le with-draw a while:
¶Goe to the King, and let there be impawn'd
¶And in the Morning early shall my Vnckle
¶Blunt. I would you would accept of Grace and Loue.
2585Blunt. Pray Heauen you doe.
Exeunt. _
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Scena Quarta.
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Enter the Arch-Bishop of Yorke, and Sir Michell.
¶To whom they are directed.
¶If you knew how much they doe import,
¶You would make haste.
2595Arch. Like enough you doe.
¶To morrow, good Sir Michell, is a day,
¶Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
¶Must bide the touch. For Sir, at Shrewsbury,
¶As I am truly giuen to vnderstand,
2600The King, with mightie and quick-raysed Power,
¶Meetes with Lord Harry: and I feare, Sir Michell,
¶And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence,
2605Who with them was rated firmely too,
¶And comes not in, ouer-rul'd by Prophecies,
¶I feare the Power of Percy is too weake,
¶To wage an instant tryall with the King.
¶Sir Mich. Why, my good Lord, you need not feare,
2610There is Dowglas, and Lord Mortimer.
¶Arch. No, Mortimer is not there.
¶Sir Mic. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,
¶And there is my Lord of Worcester,
¶And a Head of gallant Warriors,
2615Noble Gentlemen.
Arch. And
