Henry IV, Part 1 (Folio 1 1623)
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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Mes. My Lord, heere are Letters for you.
¶Hot. I cannot reade them now.
¶O Gentlemen, the time of life is short;
2870If life did ride vpon a Dials point,
¶Still ending at the arriuall of an houre,
¶And if we liue, we liue to treade on Kings:
¶If dye; braue death, when Princes dye with vs.
¶Now for our Consciences, the Armes is faire,
2875When the intent for bearing them is iust.
¶
Enter another Messenger.
¶Mes. My Lord prepare, the King comes on apace.
¶Hot. I thanke him, that he cuts me from my tale:
2880Let each man do his best. And heere I draw a Sword,
¶With the best blood that I can meete withall,
¶In the aduenture of this perillous day.
2885Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre,
¶And by that Musicke, Iet vs all imbrace:
¶
They embrace, the trumpets sound, the King entereth
¶Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas,
2895And I do haunt thee in the battell thus,
¶Blunt. They tell thee true.
¶Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought
¶Blu. I was not borne to yeeld, thou haughty Scot,
¶And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge
¶Lords Staffords death.
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Fight, Blunt is slaine, then enters Hotspur.
¶I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot.
¶Dow. All's done, all's won, here breathles lies the king
¶Hot. Where?
2910Dow. Heere.
¶Hot. This Dowglas? No, I know this face full well:
¶A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt,
2915A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere.
¶Why didst thou tell me, that thou wer't a King?
¶Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats.
¶Dow. Now by my Sword, I will kill all his Coates,
¶Ile murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece,
2920Vntill I meet the King.
¶Hot. Vp, and away,
¶Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day.
Exeunt
¶
Alarum, and enter Falstaffe solus.
¶Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London, I fear
¶who are you? Sir Walter Blunt, there's Honour for you:
¶here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten Lead, and as hea-
¶uy too; heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I neede no more
¶weight then mine owne Bowelles. I haue led my rag of
2930Muffins where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my
¶150. left aliue, and they for the Townes end, to beg du-
¶ring life. But who comes heere?
¶
Enter the Prince.
¶Pri. What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me thy sword,
¶Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies,
¶Fal. O Hal, I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile:
¶Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes, as I haue
2940done this day. I haue paid Percy, I haue made him sure.
¶Prin. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee:
¶I prethee lend me thy sword.
¶Sword; but take my Pistoll if thou wilt.
¶Fal. I Hal, 'tis hot: There's that will Sacke a City.
¶
The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke. _
Exit.
¶
Throwes it at him. _
2950Fal. If Percy be aliue, Ile pierce him: if he do come in
¶my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his (willingly) let
¶him make a Carbonado of me. I like not such grinning
¶honour as Sir Walter hath: Giue mee life, which if I can
2955end.
Exit
¶
Scena Tertia.
¶
Alarum, excursions, enter the King, the Prince,
¶P.Ioh. Not I, my Lord, vnlesse I did bleed too.
¶Least you retirement do amaze your friends.
¶My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent.
¶West. Come my Lord, Ile leade you to your Tent.
¶Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe;
2970The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
¶Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on,
¶Our duty this way lies, for heauens sake come.
¶Before, I lou'd thee as a Brother, Iohn;
¶But now, I do respect thee as my Soule.
2980With lustier maintenance then I did looke for
¶Of such an vngrowne Warriour.
¶
Enter Dowglas.
¶Dow. Another King? They grow like Hydra's heads:
2985I am the Dowglas, fatall to all those
¶That weare those colours on them. What art thou
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