Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)
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Enter Worcester, sir Richard Vernon.
¶Wor. O no, my nephew must not know sir Richard,
¶The liberal and kind offer of the king.
2785Wor. Then are we all vnder one.
¶The king should keepe his word in louing vs,
¶To punish this offence in other faults,
¶Will haue a wilde tricke of his ancesters,
¶Looke how we can, or sad or merely,
2795Interpretation will misquote our lookes,
¶It hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
2800And an adopted name of priueledge,
¶All his offences liue vpon my head
¶And on his fathers. We did traine him on,
¶And his corruption being tane from vs,
¶Therefore good coosen; let not Harry know
¶In any case the offer of the King.
Enter Percy._
¶Hot. My vncle is returnd,
¶Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland,
¶Vncle, what newes?
2820Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid.
¶Wor. I tolde him gently of our greeuances,
¶Of his oath breaking, which he mended thus,
¶He cals vs rebels, traitors, and will scourge
2825With haughtie armes this hatefull name in vs.
Enter Douglas.
¶Doug. Arme gentlemen, to armes, for I haue throwne
¶A braue defiance in king Henries teeth,
¶And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it,
2830Which cannot chuse but bring him quickly on.
¶And nephew, chalengd you to single fight.
¶Hot. O would the quarrel lay vpon our heads,
¶And that no man might draw short breath to day
2835But I and Harry Monmouth; tell me, tell me,
¶Did heare a chalenge vrgde more modestly,
2840To gentle exercise and proofe of armes.
¶He gaue you all the duties of a man,
¶Trimd vp your praises with a Princely tongue,
¶Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle,
¶Making you euer better then his praise,
¶And which became him like a prince indeed,
¶And chid his truant youth with such a grace
2850Of teaching and of learning instantly,
¶There did he pause, but let me tel the world
¶If he outliue the enuie of this day,
¶On his follies, neuer did I heare
¶Of any prince so wilde a libertie,
¶But be he as he will, yet once ere night
¶I will imbrace him with a souldiours arme,
¶Better consider what you haue to do
¶Then I that haue not wel the gift of tongue
Enter a Messenger.
¶Mes. My Lord, here are letters for you.
¶Hot. I cannot read 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 tread on kings,
¶If die, braue death when princes die with vs,
¶Now for our consciences, the armes are faire
2875When the intent of bearing them is iust.
Enter another.
¶Mes. My Lord, prepare the king comes on a pace.
¶Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale,
¶With the best bloud that I can meet withall.
¶In the aduenture of this perillous day,
2885Sound all the loftie instruments of war,
¶And by that Musicke let vs all embrace,
¶Doug. Know then my name is Douglas,
2895And I do haunt thee in the battell thus
¶Blunt. They tell thee true.
¶Doug. The Lord of Stafford deare to day hath bought
¶Blunt. I was not borne a yeelder thou proud Scot,
¶And thou shalt find a king that will reuenge
¶Lord Staffords death.
2905
They fight, Douglas kils Blunt, then enter Hotspur.
¶I neuer had triumpht vpon a Scot.
¶Doug. Als done, als won here, breathles lies the king.
¶Hot. This Douglas? no, I know this face full well,
¶A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
2915A borrowed title hast thou bought too deare.
¶Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
¶Hot. The king hath many marching in his coates.
¶Ile murder all his wardrop, peece by peece
2920Vntill I meete the king.
Hot. Vp and away,_
¶
Alarme, Enter Falstalffe solus.
¶Falst. Though I could scape shot-free at London, I feare the
¶sir Walter Blunt, theres honour for you, heres no vanitie, I am as
¶hot as molten lead, & as heauie too: God keepe leade out of me,
¶I need no more weight then mine owne bowels. I haue led my
¶rag of Muffins where they are pepperd, theres not three of my
¶150. left aliue, and they are for the townes ende, to beg during
¶life: but who comes here?
Enter the Prince._
¶Prin. What, stands thou idle here? lend me thy sword,
¶Vnder the hoofes of vaunting enemies,
¶Falst. O Hal, I preethe giue me leaue to breath a while, Turke
¶Gregorie neuer did such deeds in armes as I haue don this day,
2940I haue paid Percy, I haue made him sure.
¶Prin. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee:
¶I preethe lend me thy sword.
¶Fal. Nay before God Hal, if Percy be aliue thou gets not my
¶
The Prince drawes it out, and finds it to be a bottle of Sacke.
¶
_He throwes the bottle at him._ Exit.
2950Falst. Well if Percy be aliue, ile pierce him; if hee doe come in
¶my way so, if he doe not, if I come in his willingly, let him make
¶vnlookt for, and theres an end.
