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Henry IV, Part 1 (Folio 1 1623)
The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. 51
346Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke,
348As was deliuered to your Maiesty:
350Was guilty of this fault; and not my Sonne.
352But, I remember when the fight was done,
353When I was dry with Rage, and extreame Toyle,
354Breathlesse, and Faint, leaning vpon my Sword,
355Came there a certaine Lord, neat and trimly drest;
356Fresh as a Bride-groome, and his Chin new reapt,
358He was perfumed like a Milliner,
359And 'twixt his Finger and his Thumbe, he held
360A Pouncet-box: which euer and anon
361He gaue his Nose, and took't away againe:
362Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
364And as the Souldiers bare dead bodies by,
365He call'd them vntaught Knaues, Vnmannerly,
367Betwixt the Winde, and his Nobility.
368With many Holiday and Lady tearme
371I then, all-smarting, with my wounds being cold,
373Out of my Greefe, and my Impatience,
377And talke so like a Waiting-Gentlewoman,
378Of Guns, & Drums, and Wounds: God saue the marke;
379And telling me, the Soueraign'st thing on earth
380Was Parmacity, for an inward bruise:
381And that it was great pitty, so it was,
382That villanous Salt-peter should be digg'd
383Out of the Bowels of the harmlesse Earth,
384Which many a good Tall Fellow had destroy'd
385So Cowardly. And but for these vile Gunnes,
386He would himselfe haue beene a Souldier.
387This bald, vnioynted Chat of his (my Lord)
389And I beseech you, let not this report
390Come currant for an Accusation,
391Betwixt my Loue, and your high Maiesty.
393What euer Harry Percie then had said,
397To do him wrong, or any way impeach
400But with Prouiso and Exception,
402His Brother-in-Law, the foolish Mortimer,
403Who (in my soule) hath wilfully betraid
404The liues of those, that he did leade to Fight,
405Against the great Magitian, damn'd Glendower:
406Whose daughter (as we heare) the Earle of March
407Hath lately married. Shall our Coffers then,
408Be emptied, to redeeme a Traitor home?
409Shall we buy Treason? and indent with Feares,
411No: on the barren Mountaine let him sterue:
412For I shall neuer hold that man my Friend,
414To ransome home reuolted Mortimer.
415Hot. Reuolted Mortimer?
416He neuer did fall off, my Soueraigne Liege,
417But by the chance of Warre: to proue that true,
418Needs no more but one tongue. For all those Wounds,
419Those mouthed Wounds, which valiantly he tooke,
420When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie banke,
422He did confound the best part of an houre
423In changing hardiment with great Glendower:
424Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink
426Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes,
427Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds,
428And hid his crispe-head in the hollow banke,
430Neuer did base and rotten Policy
431Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
432Nor neuer could the Noble Mortimer
433Receiue so many, and all willingly:
434Then let him not be sland'red with Reuolt.
436He neuer did encounter with Glendower:
437I tell thee, he durst as well haue met the diuell alone,
438As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
439Art thou not asham'd? But Sirrah, henceforth
440Let me not heare you speake of Mortimer.
445Send vs your Prisoners, or you'l heare of it.
Exit King.
446Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them
449Although it be with hazard of my head.
451Heere comes your Vnckle. Enter Worcester.
452Hot. Speake of Mortimer?
454Want mercy, if I do not ioyne with him.
455In his behalfe, Ile empty all these Veines,
457But I will lift the downfall Mortimer
458As high i'th Ayre, as this Vnthankfull King,
459As this Ingrate and Cankred Bullingbrooke.
460Nor. Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad
463And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe
464Of my Wiues Brother, then his cheeke look'd pale,
465And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
466Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer.
467Wor. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd
468By Richard that dead is, the next of blood?
469Nor. He was: I heard the Proclamation,
470And then it was, when the vnhappy King
472Vpon his Irish Expedition:
473From whence he intercepted, did returne
474To be depos'd, and shortly murthered.
e Hot.