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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.
    By this our booke is drawne, weele but seale,
    And then to horse immediatlie.
    Mor. With all my hart.
    Exeunt.
    1815Enter the King, Prince of Wales, and others.
    King. Lords giue vs leaue, the Prince of Wales and I,
    Must haue some priuate conference, but be neare at hand,
    1820For we shall presently haue neede of you.
    Exeunt Lords.
    I know not whether God will haue it so
    For some displeasing seruice I haue done,
    That in his secret doome out of my blood,
    1825Heele breed reuengement and a scourge for me:
    But thou dost in thy passages of life,
    Make me beleeue that thou art onely markt
    For the hot vengeance, and the rod of heauen,
    To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else
    1830Could such inordinate and low desires,
    Such poore, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
    Such barren pleasures, rude societie
    As thou art matcht withall, and grafted to,
    Accompanie the greatnesse of thy blood,
    1835And hold their leuell with thy princely heart?
    Prin. So please your Maiestie, I would I could
    Quit all offences with as cleare excuse,
    As well as I am doubtlesse I can purge
    My selfe of many I am chargd withall,
    1840Yet such extenuation let me beg,
    As in reproofe of many tales deuisde,
    Which oft the eare of greatnes needs must heare
    By smiling pickthanks, and base newes mongers,
    I may for some things true, wherein my youth
    1845Hath faulty wandred, and irregular,
    Find pardon on my true submission.
    Kin. God pardon thee, yet let me wonder, Harry,
    At thy affections, which do hold a wing
    1850Quite from the flight of all thy auncestors,
    Thy place in counsell thou hast rudely lost
    Which by thy yonger brother is supplide,
    And art almost an allien to the harts
    Of