Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)
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Enter King, Prince of Wales, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, Earle of
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Westmerland, sir Walter Blunt, Falstalffe.
¶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
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The trumpet sounds. Enter Worcester
¶As now we meete. You haue deceiu'd our trust,
¶And made vs doffe our easie roabes of peace,
¶This is not well my Lord, this is not well.
¶What say you to it? will you againe vnknit
¶This churlish knot of all abhorred war?
¶And moue in that obedient orbe againe,
2655Where you did giue a faire and naturall light,
¶And be no more an exhalde meteor,
¶A prodigie of feare, and a portent
¶Of broched mischiefe to the vnborne times.
¶Worst. Heare me my liege:
2660For mine own part I could be well content,
¶To entertaine the lag end of my life
¶With quiet houres. For I protest
2665Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
¶Prin. Peace chewet, peace.
¶And yet I must remember you my Lord,
¶For you my staffe of office did I breake
¶In Richards time, and posted day and night
¶When yet you were in place, and in account
¶That brought you home, and boldly did outdare
¶The dangers of the time. You swore to vs,
¶Nor clame no further then your new falne right,
¶It rainde downe fortune showring on your head,
¶What with our helpe, what with the absent king,
¶What with the iniuries of a wanton time,
¶And the contrarious winds that held the king
2690So long in his vnlucky Irish wars,
¶That all in England did repute him dead:
¶And from this swarme of faire aduantages,
¶You tooke occasion to be quickly wooed
¶To gripe the general sway into your hand,
2695Forgot your oath to vs at Dancaster,
¶As that vngentle gull the Cuckoes bird
¶Grew by our feeding to so great a bulke,
¶For feare of swallowing: but with nimble wing
¶By vnkind vsage, daungerous countenance,
¶And violation of all faith and troth,
¶Sworne to vs in your yonger enterprize.
¶To face the garment of rebellion
¶Of fickle changlings and poore discontents,
¶Which gape and rub the elbow at the newes
2715Of hurly burly innouation,
¶And neuer yet did insurrection want
¶Such water colors to impaint his cause
¶Nor moody beggars staruing for a time,
¶Of pell mell hauocke and confusion.
¶Shall pay full dearely for this incounter
¶If once they ioine in trial, tell your nephew
¶The prince of Wales doth ioine with all the world
¶In praise of Henrie Percy, by my hopes
¶I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman,
¶More actiue, valiant, or more valiant yong,
¶More daring, or more bold is now aliue
¶To grace this latter age with noble deedes,
¶I haue a truant beene to Chiualrie,
¶And so I heare he doth account me too;
¶Yet this before my fathers maiestie,
¶I am content that he shall take the oddes
2735Of his great name and estimation,
¶Trie fortune with him in a single fight.
¶Albeit, considerations infinite
¶We loue our people well, euen those we loue
¶And will they take the offer of our grace,
¶Both he, and they, and you, yea euery man
2745Shall be my friend againe, and ile be his,
¶So tell your coosen, and bring me word
¶What he will do. But if he will not yeeld,
¶Rebuke and dread correction waight on vs,
¶And they shall do their office. So be gone:
2750We will not now be troubled with replie,
¶We offer faire, take it aduisedly.
Exit Worcester._
¶Prin. It will not be accepted on my life,
¶The Dowglas and the Hotspur both togither,
2755Are confident against the world in armes.
¶King. Hence therefore, euery leader to his charge,
Exeunt: manent
Prince, Falst
¶Say thy prayers, and farewell.
¶Fal. I would twere bed time Hal, and all well.
¶Falst. Tis not due yet, I would be loath to pay him before his
¶day, what need I be so forwarde with him that cals not on mee?
¶Well, tis no matter, honor prickes me on; yea, but how if honor
¶pricke me off when I come on? how then can honor set to a leg?
2770no, or an arme? no, or take away the griefe of a wound? no, ho-
¶is in that word honor? what is that honour? aire, a trim recko-
¶ning. Who hath it? he that died a Wednesday, doth he feele it?
¶not liue with the liuing; no, why? detraction will not suffer it,
¶my Catechisme.
Exit._
