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

    • 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 2 (Folio 1 1623)

    92The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
    West. You speak (Lord Mowbray) now you know not what.
    The Earle of Hereford was reputed then
    In England the most valiant Gentleman.
    Who knowes, on whom Fortune would then haue smil'd?
    2000But if your Father had beene Victor there,
    Hee ne're had borne it out of Couentry.
    For all the Countrey, in a generall voyce,
    Cry'd hate vpon him: and all their prayers, and loue,
    Were set on Herford, whom they doted on,
    2005And bless'd, and grac'd, and did more then the King.
    But this is meere digression from my purpose.
    Here come I from our Princely Generall,
    To know your Griefes; to tell you, from his Grace,
    That hee will giue you Audience: and wherein
    2010It shall appeare, that your demands are iust,
    You shall enioy them, euery thing set off,
    That might so much as thinke you Enemies.
    Mow. But hee hath forc'd vs to compell this Offer,
    And it proceedes from Pollicy, not Loue.
    2015West. Mowbray, you ouer-weene to take it so:
    This Offer comes from Mercy, not from Feare.
    For loe, within a Ken our Army lyes,
    Vpon mine Honor, all too confident
    To giue admittance to a thought of feare.
    2020Our Battaile is more full of Names then yours,
    Our Men more perfect in the vse of Armes,
    Our Armor all as strong, our Cause the best;
    Then Reason will, our hearts should be as good.
    Say you not then, our Offer is compell'd.
    2025Mow. Well, by my will, wee shall admit no Parley.
    West. That argues but the shame of your offence:
    A rotten Case abides no handling.
    Hast. Hath the Prince Iohn a full Commission,
    In very ample vertue of his Father,
    2030To heare, and absolutely to determine
    Of what Conditions wee shall stand vpon?
    West. That is intended in the Generals Name:
    I muse you make so slight a Question.
    Bish. Then take (my Lord of Westmerland) this Schedule,
    2035For this containes our generall Grieuances:
    Each seuerall Article herein redress'd,
    All members of our Cause, both here, and hence,
    That are insinewed to this Action,
    Acquitted by a true substantiall forme,
    2040And present execution of our wills,
    To vs, and to our purposes confin'd,
    Wee come within our awfull Banks againe,
    And knit our Powers to the Arme of Peace.
    West. This will I shew the Generall. Please you Lords,
    2045In sight of both our Battailes, wee may meete
    At either end in peace: which Heauen so frame,
    Or to the place of difference call the Swords,
    Which must decide it.
    Bish. My Lord, wee will doe so.
    2050Mow. There is a thing within my Bosome tells me,
    That no Conditions of our Peace can stand.
    Hast. Feare you not, that if wee can make our Peace
    Vpon such large termes, and so absolute,
    As our Conditions shall consist vpon,
    2055Our Peace shall stand as firme as Rockie Mountaines.
    Mow. I, but our valuation shall be such,
    That euery slight, and false-deriued Cause,
    Yea, euery idle, nice, and wanton Reason,
    Shall, to the King, taste of this Action:
    2060That were our Royall faiths, Martyrs in Loue,
    Wee shall be winnowed with so rough a winde,

    That euen our Corne shall seeme as light as Chaffe,
    And good from bad finde no partition.
    Bish. No, no (my Lord) note this: the King is wearie
    2065Of daintie, and such picking Grieuances:
    For hee hath found, to end one doubt by Death,
    Reuiues two greater in the Heires of Life.
    And therefore will hee wipe his Tables cleane,
    And keepe no Tell-tale to his Memorie,
    2070That may repeat, and Historie his losse,
    To new remembrance. For full well hee knowes,
    Hee cannot so precisely weede this Land,
    As his mis-doubts present occasion:
    His foes are so en-rooted with his friends,
    2075That plucking to vnfixe an Enemie,
    Hee doth vnfasten so, and shake a friend.
    So that this Land, like an offensiue wife,
    That hath enrag'd him on, to offer strokes,
    As he is striking, holds his Infant vp,
    2080And hangs resolu'd Correction in the Arme,
    That was vprear'd to execution.
    Hast. Besides, the King hath wasted all his Rods,
    On late Offenders, that he now doth lacke
    The very Instruments of Chasticement:
    2085So that his power, like to a Fanglesse Lion
    May offer, but not hold.
    Bish. 'Tis very true:
    And therefore be assur'd (my good Lord Marshal)
    If we do now make our attonement well,
    2090Our Peace, will (like a broken Limbe vnited)
    Grow stronger, for the breaking.
    Mow. Be it so:
    Heere is return'd my Lord of Westmerland.
    Enter Westmerland.
    2095West. The Prince is here at hand: pleaseth your Lordship
    To meet his Grace, iust distance 'tweene our Armies?
    Mow. Your Grace of Yorke, in heauen's name then
    forward.
    Bish. Before, and greet his Grace (my Lord) we come.

    2100Enter Prince Iohn.
    Iohn. You are wel encountred here (my cosin Mowbray)
    Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop,
    And so to you Lord Hastings, and to all.
    My Lord of Yorke, it better shew'd with you,
    2105When that your Flocke (assembled by the Bell)
    Encircled you, to heare with reuerence
    Your exposition on the holy Text,
    Then now to see you heere an Iron man
    Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme,
    2110Turning the Word, to Sword; and Life to death:
    That man that sits within a Monarches heart,
    And ripens in the Sunne-shine of his fauor,
    Would hee abuse the Countenance of the King,
    Alack, what Mischiefes might hee set abroach,
    2115In shadow of such Greatnesse? With you, Lord Bishop,
    It is euen so. Who hath not heard it spoken,
    How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heauen?
    To vs, the Speaker in his Parliament;
    To vs, th'imagine Voyce of Heauen it selfe:
    2120The very Opener, and Intelligencer,
    Betweene the Grace, the Sanctities of Heauen,
    And our dull workings. O, who shall beleeue,
    But you mis-vse the reuerence of your Place,
    Employ the Countenance, and Grace of Heauen,
    2125As a false Fauorite doth his Princes Name,
    In deedes dis-honorable? You haue taken vp,
    Vnder
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