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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)

    The History
    Fal. I would twere bed time Hal, and all well.
    2765Prin. Why, thou owest God a death.
    Falst. Tis not due yet, I would be loath to pay him before his
    day, what need I be so forwarde with him that cals not on mee?
    Well, tis no matter, honor prickes me on; yea, but how if honor
    pricke me off when I come on? how then can honor set to a leg?
    2770no, or an arme? no, or take away the griefe of a wound? no, ho-
    nor hath no skil in surgerie then? no, what is honor? a word, what
    is in that word honor? what is that honour? aire, a trim recko-
    ning. Who hath it? he that died a Wednesday, doth he feele it?
    2775no, doth he heare it? no, tis insensible thẽ? yea, to the dead, but wil
    not liue with the liuing; no, why? detraction will not suffer it,
    therefore ile none of it; honor is a meere skutchion, and so ends
    my Catechisme. Exit.
    Enter Worcester, sir Richard Vernon.
    Wor. O no, my nephew must not know sir Richard,
    The liberal and kind offer of the king.
    Ver. Twere best he did.
    2785Wor. Then are we all vnder one.
    It is not possible, it cannot be
    The king should keepe his word in louing vs,
    He will suspect vs still, and find a time
    To punish this offence in other faults,
    2790Supposition, al our liues shall be stucke full of eyes,
    For treason is but trusted like the Foxe,
    Who neuer so tame, so cherisht and lockt vp,
    Will haue a wilde tricke of his ancesters,
    Looke how we can, or sad or merely,
    2795Interpretation will misquote our lookes,
    And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
    The better cherisht still the nearer death,
    My nephewes trespasse may be well forgot,
    It hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
    2800And an adopted name of priueledge,
    A hair-braind Hotspur gouernd by a spleene,
    All his offences liue vpon my head
    And on his fathers. We did traine him on,
    And his corruption being tane from vs,