Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)
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1815
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, and others.
¶King. Lords giue vs leaue, the Prince of Wales and I,
Exeunt Lords._
¶I know not whether God will haue it so
¶That in his secret doome out of my blood,
1825Heele breed reuengement and a scourge for me:
¶Make me beleeue that thou art onely markt
¶For the hot vengeance, and the rod of heauen,
¶As thou art matcht withall, and grafted to,
1835And hold their leuell with thy princely heart?
¶Quit all offences with as cleare excuse,
¶My selfe of many I am chargd withall,
1840Yet such extenuation let me beg,
¶As in reproofe of many tales deuisde,
¶Which oft the eare of greatnes needs must heare
¶I may for some things true, wherein my youth
1845Hath faulty wandred, and irregular,
¶Kin. God pardon thee, yet let me wonder, Harry,
¶At thy affections, which do hold a wing
1850Quite from the flight of all thy auncestors,
¶Which by thy yonger brother is supplide,
¶And art almost an allien to the harts
¶Of all the Court and princes of my blood,
1855The hope and expectation of thy time
¶Is ruind, and the soule of euery man
¶Prophetically do forethinke thy fall:
¶So common hackneid in the eyes of men,
1860So stale and cheape to vulgar companie,
¶Opinion that did helpe me to the crowne,
¶A fellow of no marke nor likelihoode.
¶But like a Comet I was wondred at,
¶That men would tell their children this is he:
¶Others would say, where, which is Bullingbrooke?
¶That I did plucke allegiance from mens hearts,
¶Euen in the presence of the crowned king.
1875My presence like a roabe pontificall,
¶The skipping king, he ambled vp and downe,
¶Mingled his royaltie with capring fooles,
¶Had his great name prophaned with their scornes,
¶And gaue his countenance against his name
¶Grew a companion to the common streetes,
¶Enfeoft himselfe to popularitie,
¶That being dayly swallowed by mens eyes,
1890They surfetted with honie, and began to loath
¶More then a little, is by much too much.
¶He was but as the Cuckoe is in Iune,
1895Heard, not regarded: Seene, but with such eies
¶As sicke and blunted with communitie,
¶Affoord no extraordinary gaze.
1900But rather drowzd, and hung their eie-lids down,
¶Being with his presence glutted, gordge, and full.
¶With vile participation. Not an eye
¶But is a weary of thy common sight,
¶Which now doth that I would not haue it do,
¶Be more my selfe.
King. For all the world,_
¶As thou art to this houre was Richard then,
¶And euen as I was than, is Percy now,
1920For of no right, nor colour like to right,
¶Turnes head against the lions armed iawes,
¶And being no more in debt to yeares, then thou
¶Leads ancient Lords, and reuerend Bishops on
1925To bloudie battailes, and to bruising armes.
¶What neuer dying honour hath he got
¶Holds from al souldiors chiefe maioritie
1930And militarie title capitall.
¶Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ,
¶This infant warrier in his enterprises,
¶Discomfited great Dowglas, tane him once,
1935Enlargd him, and made a friend of him,
¶To fill the mouth of deepe defiance vp,
¶And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
¶The Archbishops grace of York, Dowglas, Mortimer,
1940Capitulate against vs, and are vp.
¶But wherefore do I tel these newes to thee?
¶Why Harry do I tell thee of my foes,
¶To fight against me vnder Percies pay,
¶To dog his heeles, and curtsie at his frownes,
¶To shew how much thou art degenerate.
¶Your maiesties good thoughts away from me.
¶I will redeeme all this on Percies head,
¶Be bold to tell you that I am your sonne,
1955When I will weare a garment all of bloud,
¶And that shal be the day when ere it lights,
¶That this same child of honour and renowne,
¶And your vnthought of Harry chance to meet,
¶For euery honor sitting on his helme
¶Would they were multitudes, and on my head
¶My shames redoubled. For the time will com
1965That I shal make this Northren youth exchange
¶His glorious deedes for my indignities.
¶Percy is but my factor, good my Lord,
1970That he shall render euery glory vp,
¶Or I will teare the reckoning from his heart.
¶This in the name of God I promise heere,
¶The long grown wounds of my intemperance,
¶If not, the end of life cancels all bands,
¶And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
¶How now good blunt thy lookes are full of speed.
¶
Enter Blunt._
1985Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,
¶That Dowglas and the English Rebels met
¶The eleuenth of this month at Shrewsbury,
¶A mighty and a fearefull head they are,
¶If promises be kept on euery hand,
1990As euer offred foule play in a state.
¶For this aduertisement is fiue daies old.
¶Is Bridgenorth, and Harry, you shall march
¶Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet:
¶Aduantage feedes him fat while men delay.
Exeunt._
