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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.
    465And on my face he turn'd an eie of death,
    Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer.
    Worst. I cannot blame him, was not he proclaim'd
    By Richard that dead is, the next of bloud?
    North. He was, I heard the proclamation:
    470And then it was, when the vnhappy king,
    (Whose wrongs in vs God pardon) did set forth
    Vpon his Irish expedition;
    From whence he intercepted, did returne
    To be depos'd, and shortly murdered.
    475Worst. And for whose death, we in the worlds wide mouth
    Liue scandaliz'd and fouly spoken of.
    Hot. But soft, I pray you did king Richard then
    Proclaime my brother Edmund Mortimer
    Heire to the crowne?
    480North. He did, my selfe did heare it.
    Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his coosen king,
    That wisht him on the barren mountaines starue,
    But shal it be that you that set the crowne
    Vpon the head of this forgetful man,
    485And for his sake weare the detested blot
    Of murtherous subornation? shal it be
    That you a world of curses vndergo,
    Being the agents, or base second meanes,
    The cordes, the ladder, or the hangman rather,
    490O pardon me, that I descend so low,
    To shew the line and the predicament,
    Wherein you range vnder this subtil king!
    Shall it for shame be spoken in these daies,
    Or fil vp Chronicles in time to come,
    495That men of your nobility and power
    Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe,
    (As both of you God pardon it, haue done)
    To put down Richard, that sweet louely Rose,
    And plant this thorne, this canker Bullingbrooke?
    500And shal it in more shame be further spoken,
    That you are foold, discarded, and shooke off
    By him, for whom these shames ye vnderwent?