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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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    Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)

    The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. 91
    Hast. Wee haue sent forth alreadie.
    Bish. 'Tis well done.
    1870My Friends, and Brethren (in these great Affaires)
    I must acquaint you, that I haue receiu'd
    New-dated Letters from Northumberland:
    Their cold intent, tenure, and substance thus.
    Here doth hee wish his Person, with such Powers
    1875As might hold sortance with his Qualitie,
    The which hee could not leuie: whereupon
    Hee is retyr'd, to ripe his growing Fortunes,
    To Scotland; and concludes in heartie prayers,
    That your Attempts may ouer-liue the hazard,
    1880And fearefull meeting of their Opposite.
    Mow. Thus do the hopes we haue in him, touch ground,
    And dash themselues to pieces.

    Enter a Messenger.

    Hast. Now? what newes?
    1885Mess. West of this Forrest, scarcely off a mile,
    In goodly forme, comes on the Enemie:
    And by the ground they hide, I iudge their number
    Vpon, or neere, the rate of thirtie thousand.
    Mow. The iust proportion that we gaue them out.
    1890Let vs sway-on, and face them in the field.

    Enter Westmerland.

    Bish. What well-appointed Leader fronts vs here?
    Mow. I thinke it is my Lord of Westmerland.
    West. Health, and faire greeting from our Generall,
    1895The Prince, Lord Iohn, and Duke of Lancaster.
    Bish. Say on (my Lord of Westmerland) in peace:
    What doth concerne your comming?
    West. Then (my Lord)
    Vnto your Grace doe I in chiefe addresse
    1900The substance of my Speech. If that Rebellion
    Came like it selfe, in base and abiect Routs,
    Led on by bloodie Youth, guarded with Rage,
    And countenanc'd by Boyes, and Beggerie:
    I say, if damn'd Commotion so appeare,
    1905In his true, natiue, and most proper shape,
    You (Reuerend Father, and these Noble Lords)
    Had not beene here, to dresse the ougly forme
    Of base, and bloodie Insurrection,
    With your faire Honors. You, Lord Arch-bishop,
    1910Whose Sea is by a Ciuill Peace maintain'd,
    Whose Beard, the Siluer Hand of Peace hath touch'd,
    Whose Learning, and good Letters, Peace hath tutor'd,
    Whose white Inuestments figure Innocence,
    The Doue, and very blessed Spirit of Peace.
    1915Wherefore doe you so ill translate your selfe,
    Out of the Speech of Peace, that beares such grace,
    Into the harsh and boystrous Tongue of Warre?
    Turning your Bookes to Graues, your Inke to Blood,
    Your Pennes to Launces, and your Tongue diuine
    1920To a lowd Trumpet, and a Point of Warre.
    Bish. Wherefore doe I this? so the Question stands.
    Briefely to this end: Wee are all diseas'd,
    And with our surfetting, and wanton howres,
    Haue brought our selues into a burning Feuer,
    1925And wee must bleede for it: of which Disease,
    Our late King Richard (being infected) dy'd.
    But (my most Noble Lord of Westmerland)
    I take not on me here as a Physician,
    Nor doe I, as an Enemie to Peace,

    1930Troope in the Throngs of Militarie men:
    But rather shew a while like fearefull Warre,
    To dyet ranke Mindes, sicke of happinesse,
    And purge th'obstructions, which begin to stop
    Our very Veines of Life: heare me more plainely.
    1935I haue in equall ballance iustly weigh'd,
    What wrongs our Arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
    And finde our Griefes heauier then our Offences.
    Wee see which way the streame of Time doth runne,
    And are enforc'd from our most quiet there,
    1940By the rough Torrent of Occasion,
    And haue the summarie of all our Griefes
    (When time shall serue) to shew in Articles;
    Which long ere this, wee offer'd to the King,
    And might, by no Suit, gayne our Audience:
    1945When wee are wrong'd, and would vnfold our Griefes,
    Wee are deny'd accesse vnto his Person,
    Euen by those men, that most haue done vs wrong.
    The dangers of the dayes but newly gone,
    Whose memorie is written on the Earth
    1950With yet appearing blood; and the examples
    Of euery Minutes instance (present now)
    Hath put vs in these ill-beseeming Armes:
    Not to breake Peace, or any Branch of it,
    But to establish here a Peace indeede,
    1955Concurring both in Name and Qualitie.
    West. When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd?
    Wherein haue you beene galled by the King?
    What Peere hath beene suborn'd, to grate on you,
    That you should seale this lawlesse bloody Booke
    1960Of forg'd Rebellion, with a Seale diuine?
    Bish. My Brother generall, the Common-wealth,
    I make my Quarrell, in particular.
    West. There is no neede of any such redresse:
    Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
    1965Mow. Why not to him in part, and to vs all,
    That feele the bruizes of the dayes before,
    And suffer the Condition of these Times
    To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vpon our Honors?
    West. O my good Lord Mowbray,
    1970Construe the Times to their Necessities,
    And you shall say (indeede) it is the Time,
    And not the King, that doth you iniuries.
    Yet for your part, it not appeares to me,
    Either from the King, or in the present Time,
    1975That you should haue an ynch of any ground
    To build a Griefe on: were you not restor'd
    To all the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories,
    Your Noble, and right well-remembred Fathers?
    Mow. What thing, in Honor, had my Father lost,
    1980That need to be reuiu'd, and breath'd in me?
    The King that lou'd him, as the State stood then,
    Was forc'd, perforce compell'd to banish him:
    And then, that Henry Bullingbrooke and hee
    Being mounted, and both rowsed in their Seates,
    1985Their neighing Coursers daring of the Spurre,
    Their armed Staues in charge, their Beauers downe,
    Their eyes of fire, sparkling through sights of Steele,
    And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together:
    Then, then, when there was nothing could haue stay'd
    1990My Father from the Breast of Bullingbrooke;
    O, when the King did throw his Warder downe,
    (His owne Life hung vpon the Staffe hee threw)
    Then threw hee downe himselfe, and all their Liues,
    That by Indictment, and by dint of Sword,
    1995Haue since mis-carryed vnder Bullingbrooke.
    gg2 West. You