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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.
    For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
    Ile guild it with the happiest termes I haue.
    A retraite is sounded.
    3125Prin. The Trumpet sounds retrait, the day is our,
    Come brother let vs to the highest of the field,
    To see what friends are liuing, who are dead.
    Fal. Ile follow as they say for reward. Hee that rewardes mee
    God reward him. If I do growe great, ile growe lesse, for ile
    3130purge and leaue Sacke, and liue cleanlie as a noble man
    should do. Exit.

    The Trumpets sound. Enter the King, the Prince of Wales, Lord
    Iohn of Lancaster, Earle of Westmerland, with Worcester,
    and Vernon prisoners.
    King. Thus euer did rebellion find rebuke,
    Ill spirited Worcester, did not we send grace,
    Pardon, and tearmes of loue to all of you?
    3140And wouldst thou turne our offers contrary?
    Misuse the tenor of thy kinsmans trust.
    Three knights vpon our party slaine to day,
    A noble Earle and many a creature else,
    Had been aliue this houre,
    3145If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne
    Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
    Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to:
    And I embrace this fortune patiently,
    Since not to be auoided it fals on me.
    3150King. Beare Worcester to the death and Vernon too:
    Other Offendors we will pause vpon.
    How goes the field?
    Prin. The noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when he saw
    3155The fortune of the day quite turnd from him,
    The noble Percy slaine and all his men
    Vpon the foot of feare, fled with the rest
    And falling from a hill, he was so bruisd,
    That the pursuers tooke him. At my tent
    3160The Douglas is: and I beseech your grace
    I may dispose of him.