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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 1 (Folio 1 1623)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-371-7

    Copyright Rosemary Gaby. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Rosemary Gaby
    Peer Reviewed

    Henry IV, Part 1 (Folio 1 1623)

    70 The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
    2740Do make against it: No good Worster, no,
    We loue our people well; euen those we loue
    That are misled vpon your Cousins part:
    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 Cousin, and bring me word,
    What he will do. But if he will not yeeld,
    Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs,
    And they shall do their Office. So bee gone,
    2750We will not now be troubled with reply,
    We offer faire, take it aduisedly.
    Exit Worcester.
    Prin. It will not be accepted, on my life,
    The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together,
    2755Are confident against the world in Armes.
    King. Hence therefore, euery Leader to his charge,
    For on their answer will we set on them;
    And God befriend vs, as our cause is iust. Exeunt.
    Manet Prince and Falstaffe.
    2760Fal. Hal, if thou see me downe in the battell,
    And bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
    Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship
    Say thy prayers, and farewell.
    Fal. I would it were bed time Hal, and all well.
    2765Prin. Why, thou ow'st heauen a death.
    Falst. 'Tis not due yet: I would bee loath to pay him
    before his day. What neede I bee so forward with him,
    that call's not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, Honor prickes
    me on. But how if Honour pricke me off when I come
    2770on? How then? Can Honour set too a legge? No: or an
    arme? No: Or take away the greefe of a wound? No.
    Honour hath no skill in Surgerie, then? No. What is Ho-
    nour? A word. What is that word Honour? Ayre: A
    trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that dy'de a Wednes-
    2775day. Doth he feele it? No. Doth hee heare it? No. Is it
    insensible then? yea, to the dead. But wil it not liue with
    the liuing? No. Why? Detraction wil not suffer it, ther-
    fore Ile none of it. Honour is a meere Scutcheon, and so
    ends my Catechisme. Exit.


    2780Scena Secunda.


    Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.

    Wor. O no, my Nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
    The liberall kinde offer of the King.
    Ver. 'Twere best he did.
    2785Wor. Then we are all vndone.
    It is not possible, it cannot be,
    The King would keepe his word in louing vs,
    He will suspect vs still, and finde a time
    To punish this offence in others faults:
    2790Supposition, all our liues, shall be stucke full of eyes;
    For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe,
    Who ne're so tame, so cherisht, and lock'd vp,
    Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors:
    Looke how he can, or sad or merrily,
    2795Interpretation will misquote our lookes,
    And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall,
    The better cherisht, still the nearer death.
    My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot,
    It hath the excuse of youth, and heate of blood,
    2800And an adopted name of Ptiuiledge,
    A haire-brain'd Hotspurre, gouern'd by a Spleene:
    All his offences liue vpon my head,
    And on his Fathers. We did traine him on,
    And his corruption being tane from vs,
    2805We as the Spring of all, shall pay for all:
    Therefore good Cousin, let not Harry know
    In any case, the offer of the King.
    Ver. Deliuer what you will, Ile say 'tis so.
    Heere comes your Cosin.

    2810 Enter Hotspurre.

    Hot. My Vnkle is return'd,
    Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland.
    Vnkle, what newe-?
    Wor. The King will bid you battell presently.
    2815Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland.
    Hot. Lord Dowglas: Go you and tell him so.
    Dow. Marry and shall, and verie willingly.
    Exit Dowglas.
    Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King.
    2820Hot. Did you begge any? God forbid.
    Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances,
    Of his Oath-breaking: which he mended thus,
    By now forswearing that he is forsworne,
    He cals vs Rebels, Traitors, and will scourge
    2825With haughty armes, this hatefull name in vs.
    Enter Dowglas.
    Dow. Arme Gentlemen, to Armes, for I haue thrown
    A braue defiance in King Henries teeth:
    And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it,
    2830Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
    Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king,
    And Nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.
    Hot. O, would the quarrell lay vpon our heads,
    And that no man might draw short breath to day,
    2835But I and Harry Monmouth. Tell me, tell mee,
    How shew'd his Talking? Seem'd it in contempt?
    Ver. No, by my Soule: I neuer in my life
    Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly,
    Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare
    2840To gentle exercise, and proofe of Armes.
    He gaue you all the Duties of a Man,
    Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue,
    Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle,
    Making you euer better then his praise,
    2845By still dispraising praise, valew'd with you:
    And which became him like a Prince indeed,
    He made a blushing citall of himselfe,
    And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace,
    As if he mastred there a double spirit
    2850Of teaching, and of learning instantly:
    There did he pause. But let me tell the World,
    If he out-liue the enuie of this day,
    England did neuer owe so sweet a hope,
    So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse.
    2855Hot. Cousin, I thinke thou art enamored
    On his Follies: neuer did I heare
    Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty.
    But be he as he will, yet once ere night,
    I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme,
    2860That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie.
    Arme, arme with speed. And Fellow's, Soldiers, Friends,
    Better consider what you haue to do,
    That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue,
    Can
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