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Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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And comes not in ouerrulde by prophecies,
I feare the power of Percy is too weake
To wage an instant triall with the king.
Sir M. Why my good Lord, you need not feare,
2610There is Douglas, and Lord Mortimer.
Arch. No, Mortimer is not there.
Sir M. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy.
And there is my Lord of Worcester, and a head
Of gallant warriours, noble gentlemen.
Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
The speciall head of all the land togither,
The Prince of Wales, Lord Iohn of Lancaster,
The noble Westmerland, and warlike Blunt,
2620And many mo coriuals and deare men
Of estimation and command in armes.
Sir M. Doubt not my Lo: they shalbe wel oppos'd.
Arch. I hope no lesse, yet needfull tis to feare,
And to preuent the worst, sir Mighell speed:
2625For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the king
Dismisse his power, he meanes to visit vs,
For he hath heard of our confederacy,
And tis but wisedome to make strong against him,
Therefore make haste, I must go write againe
2630To other friends, and so farewell sir Mighel.
Exeunt
Enter King, Prince of Wales, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, Earle of
Westmerland, sir Walter Blunt, Falstalffe.
2635King. How bloudily the sunne begins to peare
Aboue yon bulky hill, the day lookes pale
At his distemprature.
Prin. The Southren winde
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
2640And by his hollow whistling in the leaues
Foretels a tempest and a blustring day.
Kin. Then with the loosers let it simpathize,
For nothing can seeme foule to those that winne.
The trumpet sounds. Enter Worcester
King. How now my Lord of Worcester, tis not wel,
That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes
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