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

    of Henrie the fourth.
    Your Vncle Worcesters horses came but to day,
    And now their pride and mettall is a sleepe,
    Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
    That not a horse is halfe the halfe of himselfe.
    2490Hot. So are the horses of the enemie
    In generall iourney bated and brought low,
    The better part of ours are full of rest.
    Wor. The number of the King exceedeth our,
    For Gods sake coosen stay till all come in.
    The trumpet sounds a parley. Enter sir Walter Blunt.
    Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
    If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
    Hot. Welcome sir Walter Blunt: and would to God
    2500You were of our determination,
    Some of vs loue you well, and euen those some
    Enuy your great deseruings and good name,
    Because you are not of our qualitie,
    But stand against vs like an enemie.
    2505Blunt. And God defend but still I should stand so,
    So long as out of limit and true rule
    You stand against annointed Maiestie.
    But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
    2510The nature of your griefes and whereupon
    You coniure from the breast of ciuill peace
    Such bold hostilitie: teaching his dutious land
    Audacious crueltie. If that the king
    Haue any way your good deserts forgot
    2515Which he confesseth to be manifold,
    He bids you name your griefes, and with all speede,
    You shall haue your desires with interest
    And pardon absolute for your selfe, and these
    Herein misled by your suggestion.
    2520Hot. The king is kind, and well we know the king
    Knowes at what time to promise, when to pay:
    My father, and my vncle, and my selfe,
    Did giue him that same royaltie he weares,
    2525And when he was not sixe and twentie strong,
    Sicke in the worlds regard, wretched and low,