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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 Henry the fourth.
    And I will call him to so strickt account,
    1970That he shall render euery glory vp,
    Yea, euen the sleightest worship of his time,
    Or I will teare the reckoning from his heart.
    This in the name of God I promise heere,
    The which if he be pleasd I shall performe:
    1975I do beseech your maiesty may salue
    The long grown wounds of my intemperance,
    If not, the end of life cancels all bands,
    And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
    Ere breake the smallest parcell of this vow.
    1980King. A hundred thousand rebels die in this,
    Thou shalt haue charge and soueraine trust herein.
    How now good blunt thy lookes are full of speed.
    Enter Blunt.
    Blunt. So hath the businesse that I come to speake of.
    1985Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,
    That Dowglas and the English Rebels met
    The eleuenth of this month at Shrewsbury,
    A mighty and a fearefull head they are,
    If promises be kept on euery hand,
    1990As euer offred foule play in a state.
    King. The Earle of Westmerland set forth to day,
    With him my sonne Lord Iohn of Lancaster,
    For this aduertisement is fiue daies old.
    On Wednesday next, Harry you shall set forward,
    1995On thursday we our selues will march. Our meeting
    Is Bridgenorth, and Harry, you shall march
    Through Glocestershire, by which account
    Our businesse valued some twelue daies hence,
    Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet:
    2000Our hands are full of businesse, lets away,
    Aduantage feedes him fat while men delay.
    Enter Falstalffe and Bardol.
    Fal. Bardoll, am I not falne away vilely since this last action?
    2005do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skinne hangs about
    me like an old Ladies loose gowne. I am withered like an oulde
    apple Iohn. Well, ile repent and that suddainly, while I am in
    G2. some