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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)

    Scoena Tertia.
    Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Dowglas, and
    Vernon.
    2460Hotsp. Wee'le fight with him to Night.
    Worc. It may not be.
    Dowg. You giue him then aduantage.
    Vern. Not a whit.
    Hotsp. Why say you so? lookes he not for supply?
    2465Vern. So doe wee.
    Hotsp. His is certaine, ours is doubtfull.
    Worc. Good Cousin be aduis'd, stirre not to night.
    Vern. Doe not, my Lord.
    Dowg. You doe not counsaile well:
    2470You speake it out of feare, and cold heart.
    Vern. Doe me no slander, Dowglas: by my Life,
    And I dare well maintaine it with my Life,
    If well-respected Honor bid me on,
    I hold as little counsaile with weake feare,
    2475As you, my Lord, or any Scot that this day liues.
    Let it be seene to morrow in the Battell,
    Which of vs feares.
    Dowg. Yea, or to night.
    Vern. Content.
    2480Hotsp. To night, say I.
    Vern. Come, come, it may not be.
    I wonder much, being mẽ of such great leading as you are
    That you fore-see not what impediments
    Drag backe our expedition: certaine Horse
    2485Of my Cousin Vernons are not yet come vp,
    Your Vnckle Worcesters Horse came but to day,
    And now their pride and mettall is asleepe,
    Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
    That not a Horse is halfe the halfe of himselfe.
    2490Hotsp. So are the Horses of the Enemie
    In generall iourney bated, and brought low:
    The better part of ours are full of rest.
    f3 Wor. The
    68 The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
    Worc. The number of the King exceedeth ours:
    For Gods sake, Cousin, stay till all come in.
    2495The Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter Sir
    Walter Blunt.
    Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the King,
    If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect.
    Hotsp. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt:
    2500And would to God you were of our determination.
    Some of vs loue you well: and euen those some
    Enuie your great deseruings, and good name,
    Because you are not of our qualitie,
    But stand against vs like an Enemie.
    2505Blunt. And Heauen defend, but still I should stand so,
    So long as out of Limit, and true Rule,
    You stand against anoynted Maiestie.
    But to my Charge.
    The King hath sent to know
    2510The nature of your Griefes, and whereupon
    You coniure from the Brest 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 speed
    You shall haue your desires, with interest;
    And Pardon absolute for your selfe, and these,
    Herein mis-led, by your suggestion.
    2520Hotsp. The King is kinde:
    And well wee know, the King
    Knowes at what time to promise, when to pay.
    My Father, my Vnckle, 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,
    A poore vnminded Out-law, sneaking home,
    My Father gaue him welcome to the shore:
    And when he heard him sweare, and vow to God,
    2530He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
    To sue his Liuerie, and begge his Peace,
    With teares of Innocencie, and tearmes of Zeale;
    My Father, in kinde heart and pitty mou'd,
    Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too.
    2535Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realme
    Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him,
    The more and lesse came in with Cap and Knee,
    Met him in Boroughs, Cities, Villages,
    Attended him on Bridges, stood in Lanes,
    2540Layd Gifts before him, proffer'd him their Oathes,
    Gaue him their Heires, as Pages followed him,
    Euen at the heeles, in golden multitudes.
    He presently, as Greatnesse knowes it selfe,
    Step me a little higher then his Vow
    2545Made to my Father, while his blood was poore,
    Vpon the naked shore at Rauenspurgh:
    And now (forsooth) takes on him to reforme
    Some certaine Edicts, and some strait Decrees,
    That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth;
    2550Cryes out vpon abuses, seemes to weepe
    Ouer his Countries Wrongs: and by this Face,
    This seeming Brow of Iustice, did he winne
    The hearts of all that hee did angle for.
    Proceeded further, cut me off the Heads
    2555Of all the Fauorites, that the absent King
    In deputation left behinde him heere,
    When hee was personall in the Irish Warre.
    Blunt. Tut, I came not to heare this.
    Hotsp. Then to the point.
    2560In short time after, hee depos'd the King.
    Soone after that, depriu'd him of his Life:
    And in the neck of that, task't the whole State.
    To make that worse, suffer'd his Kinsman March,
    Who is, if euery Owner were plac'd,
    2565Indeede his King, to be engag'd in Wales,
    There, without Ransome, to lye forfeited:
    Disgrac'd me in my happie Victories,
    Sought to intrap me by intelligence,
    Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord,
    2570In rage dismiss'd my Father from the Court,
    Broke Oath on Oath, committed Wrong on Wrong,
    And in conclusion, droue vs to seeke out
    This Head of safetie; and withall, to prie
    Into his Title: the which wee finde
    2575Too indirect, for long continuance.
    Blunt. Shall I returne this answer to the King?
    Hotsp. Not so, Sir Walter.
    Wee'le with-draw a while:
    Goe to the King, and let there be impawn'd
    2580Some suretie for a safe returne againe,
    And in the Morning early shall my Vnckle
    Bring him our purpose: and so farewell.
    Blunt. I would you would accept of Grace and Loue.
    Hotsp. And't may be, so wee shall.
    2585Blunt. Pray Heauen you doe.
    Exeunt.
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