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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 0, 1598)
  • 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 (Quarto 0, 1598)

    North. Why what a waspe-stung and impatient foole
    565Art thou, to breake into this womans moode,
    Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne.
    Hot. Why looke you? I am whip and scourgd with rods,
    Netled, and stung with pismires, when I heare
    Of this vile polititian Bullingbrooke,
    570In Richards time, what do you cal the place?
    A plague vpon it, it is in Glocestershire;
    Twas where the mad-cap duke his vnckle kept
    His vncle Yorke, where I first bowed my knee
    Vnto this king of smiles, this Bullingbrooke:
    575Zbloud, when you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh.
    North. At Barkly castle.
    Hot. You say true.
    Why what a candy deale of curtesie,
    This fawning greyhound then did proffer me,
    580Looke when his infant fortune came to age,
    And gentle Harry Percy, and kind coosen:
    O the diuel take such coosoners, god forgiue me,
    Good vncle tel your tale, I haue done.
    Wor. Nay, if you haue not, to it againe,
    585We wil stay your leisure.
    Hot. I haue done Ifaith.
    Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners,
    Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight,
    And make the Douglas sonne your onely meane
    590For Powers in Scotland, which for diuers reasons
    Which I shall send you written, be assur'd
    Wil easely be granted you my Lord.
    Your sonne in Scotland being thus emploied,
    Shal secretly into the bosome creepe
    595Of that same noble Prelat wel belou'd,
    The Archbishop.
    Hot. Of Yorke, is it not?
    Wor. True, who beares hard
    His brothers death at Bristow the lord Scroop,
    600I speake not this in estimation,