Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick;

3.1.21423But ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters

3.1.31424And well consider of them. Make good speed.

3.1.41425How many thousand of my poorest subjects

3.1.51426Are at this hour asleep? O sleep! O gentle sleep!

3.1.61427Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,

3.1.71428That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down

3.1.81429And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

3.1.91430Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,

3.1.101431Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee

3.1.111432And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,

3.1.121433Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,

3.1.131434Under the canopies of costly state,

3.1.141435And lulled with sound of sweetest melody?

3.1.151436O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile

3.1.161437In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch

3.1.171438A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell?

3.1.181439Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast

3.1.191440Seal up the ship-boy's eyes and rock his brains

3.1.201441In cradle of the rude imperious surge

3.1.211442And in the visitation of the winds,

3.1.221443Who take the ruffian billows by the top,

3.1.231444Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them

3.1.241445With deafing clamour in the slippery clouds,

3.1.251446That with the hurly death itself awakes?

3.1.261447Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose,

3.1.271448To the wet sea's son in an hour so rude,

3.1.281449And in the calmest and most stillest night,

3.1.291450With all appliances and means to boot,

3.1.301451Deny it to a king? Then happy low lie down,

3.1.311452Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Many good morrows to your majesty.

Is it good morrow lords?

Is it good morrow lords? 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords.

3.1.351458Have you read o'er the letter that I sent you?

We have my liege.

Then you perceive the body of our kingdom,

3.1.381461How foul it is, what rank diseases grow,

3.1.391462And with what danger near the heart of it.

It is but as a body yet distempered,

3.1.411464Which to his former strength may be restored,

3.1.421465With good advice and little medicine.

3.1.431466My Lord Northumberland will soon be cooled.

O god, that one might read the book of fate,

3.1.451468And see the revolution of the times

3.1.461469Make mountains level, and the continent,

3.1.471470Weary of solid firmness, melt itself

3.1.481471Into the sea; and other times to see

3.1.491472The beachy girdle of the ocean,

3.1.501473Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chance's mocks

3.1.511474And changes fill the cup of alteration

3.1.521475With divers liquors! O if this were seen,

3.1.531475.1The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,

3.1.541475.2What perils past, what crosses to ensue,

3.1.551475.3Would shut the book and sit him down and die.

3.1.561475.4'Tis not ten years gone

3.1.571476Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends,

3.1.581477Did feast together, and in two year after

3.1.591478Were they at wars. It is but eight years since

3.1.601479This Percy was the man nearest my soul,

3.1.611480Who like a brother toiled in my affairs

3.1.621481And laid his love and life under my foot,

3.1.631482Yea for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard,

3.1.641483Gave him defiance. But which of you was by?

3.1.651484[To Warwick] You, cousin Neville, as I may remember,

3.1.661485When Richard with his eye brimful of tears,

3.1.671486Then checked and rated by Northumberland,

3.1.681487Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy:

3.1.691488"Northumberland, thou ladder by the which

3.1.701489My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne" --

3.1.711490Though then (god knows) I had no such intent,

3.1.721491But that necessity so bowed the state,

3.1.731492That I and greatness were compelled to kiss --

3.1.741493"The time shall come" -- thus did he follow it --

3.1.751494"The time will come that foul sin, gathering head,

3.1.761495Shall break into corruption" -- so went on,

3.1.771496Fortelling this same time's condition,

3.1.781497And the division of our amity.

There is a history in all men's lives

3.1.801499Figuring the natures of the times deceased;

3.1.811500The which observed, a man may prophesy

3.1.821501With a near aim of the main chance of things

3.1.831502As yet not come to life, who in their seeds

3.1.841503And weak beginning lie intreasurèd.

3.1.851504Such things become the hatch and brood of time,

3.1.861505And by the necessary form of this

3.1.871506King Richard might create a perfect guess

3.1.881507That great Northumberland, then false to him,

3.1.891508Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness,

3.1.901509Which should not find a ground to root upon

3.1.911510Unless on you.

Unless on you. Are these things then necessities?

3.1.921512Then let us meet them like necessities,

3.1.931513And that same word even now cries out on us.

3.1.941514They say the Bishop and Northumberland,

3.1.951515Are fifty thousand strong.

Are fifty thousand strong. It cannot be my lord.

3.1.961517Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo,

3.1.971518The numbers of the feared. Please it your grace

3.1.981519To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord,

3.1.991520The powers that you already have sent forth

3.1.1001521Shall bring this prize in very easily.

3.1.1011522To comfort you the more, I have received,

3.1.1021523A certain instance that Glendower is dead.

3.1.1031524Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill,

3.1.1041525And these unseasoned hours perforce must add

3.1.1051526Unto your sickness.

Unto your sickness. I will take your counsel,

3.1.1061528And were these inward wars once out of hand,

3.1.1071529We would, dear lords, unto the holy land.