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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.
    Per. My coosen Vernon, welcom by my soule.
    2315Ver. Pray God my newes be worth a welcome lord,
    The Earle of Westmerland seuen thousand strong
    Is marching hetherwards, with him prince Iohn.
    Per. No harme, what more?
    Ver. And further I haue learnd,
    2320The King himselfe in person is set forth,
    Or hetherwards intended speedily
    With strong and mighty preparation.
    Hot. He shal be welcome too: where is his sonne?
    2325The nimble footed madcap prince of Wales,
    And his Cumrades that daft the world aside
    And bid it passe?
    Ver. All furnisht al in Armes:
    All plumde like Estridges that with the wind
    2330Baited like Eagles hauing lately bathd,
    Glittering in golden coates like images,
    As ful of spirit as the month of May,
    And gorgeous as the sunne at Midsomer:
    Wanton as youthful goates wild as young buls,
    2335I saw yong Harry with his beuer on,
    His cushes on his thighs gallantly armde,
    Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,
    And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
    As if an Angel drop down from the clouds,
    2340To turne and wind a fiery Pegasus,
    And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
    Hot. No more, no more, worse then the sun in March,
    This praise doth nourish agues, let them come,
    2345They come like sacrifices in their trim,
    And to the fire-eyd maide of smoky war,
    Al hot and bleeding will we offer them,
    The mailed Mars shal on his altars sit
    Vp to the eares in bloud. I am on fire
    2350To heare this rich reprizal is so nigh,
    And yet not ours: Come let me tast my horse,
    Who is to beare me like a thunderbolt,
    Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales,
    H2. Harry