Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act I, Scene 3
London . The palace .
- Enter the King , Northumberland , Worcester , Hotspur , Sir
- Walter Blunt , with others .
King Henry IV1 - 9
- My blood hath been too cold and temperate ,
- Unapt to stir at these indignities ,
- And you have found me , for accordingly
- You tread upon my patience ; but be sure
- I will from henceforth rather be myself ,
- Mighty and to be fear’d , than my condition ,
- Which hath been smooth as oil , soft as young down ,
- And therefore lost that title of respect
- Which the proud soul ne’er pays but to the proud .
Earl of Worcester10 - 13
- Our house , my sovereign liege , little deserves
- The scourge of greatness to be us’d on it ,
- And that same greatness too which our own hands
- Have holp to make so portly .
Earl of Northumberland14
- My lord —
King Henry IV15 - 22
- Worcester , get thee gone , for I do see
- Danger and disobedience in thine eye .
- O , sir , your presence is too bold and peremptory ,
- And majesty might never yet endure
- The moody frontier of a servant brow .
- You have good leave to leave us . When we need
- Your use and counsel , we shall send for you .
- Exit Worcester .
- You were about to speak .
Earl of Northumberland23 - 29
- Yea , my good lord .
- Those prisoners in your Highness’ name demanded ,
- Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took ,
- Were , as he says , not with such strength denied
- As is delivered to your Majesty .
- Either envy , therefore , or misprision
- Is guilty of this fault , and not my son .
Hotspur30 - 70
- My liege , I did deny no prisoners ,
- But I remember , when the fight was done ,
- When I was dry with rage and extreme toil ,
- Breathless and faint , leaning upon my sword ,
- Came there a certain lord , neat , and trimly dress’d ,
- Fresh as a bridegroom , and his chin new reap’d
- Show’d like a stubble - land at harvest - home .
- He was perfumed like a milliner ,
- And ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held
- A pouncet - box , which ever and anon
- He gave his nose and took’t away again ,
- Who therewith angry , when it next came there ,
- Took it in snuff — and still he smil’d and talk’d :
- And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by ,
- He call’d them untaught knaves , unmannerly ,
- To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
- Betwixt the wind and his nobility .
- With many holiday and lady terms
- He questioned me , amongst the rest demanded
- My prisoners in your Majesty’s behalf .
- I then , all smarting with my wounds being cold ,
- To be so pest’red with a popingay ,
- Out of my grief and my impatience
- Answer’d neglectingly , I know not what —
- He should , or he should not — for he made me mad
- To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet ,
- And talk so like a waiting - gentlewoman
- Of guns , and drums , and wounds , God save the mark !
- And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth
- Was parmaciti for an inward bruise ,
- And that it was great pity , so it was ,
- This villainous saltpeter should be digg’d
- Out of the bowels of the harmless earth ,
- Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
- So cowardly , and but for these vile guns
- He would himself have been a soldier .
- This bald unjointed chat of his , my lord ,
- I answered indirectly , as I said ,
- And I beseech you , let not his report
- Come current for an accusation
- Betwixt my love and your high Majesty .
Blunt71 - 77
- The circumstance considered , good my lord ,
- What e’er Lord Harry Percy then had said
- To such a person , and in such a place ,
- At such a time , with all the rest retold ,
- May reasonably die , and never rise
- To do him wrong , or any way impeach
- What then he said , so he unsay it now .
King Henry IV78 - 93
- Why , yet he doth deny his prisoners ,
- But with proviso and exception ,
- That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
- His brother - in - law , the foolish Mortimer ,
- Who , on my soul , hath willfully betray’d
- The lives of those that he did lead to fight
- Against that great magician , damn’d Glendower ,
- Whose daughter , as we hear , that Earl of March
- Hath lately married . Shall our coffers then
- Be emptied to redeem a traitor home ?
- Shall we buy treason ? And indent with fears ,
- When they have lost and forfeited themselves ?
- No , on the barren mountains let him starve ;
- For I shall never hold that man my friend
- Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
- To ransom home revolted Mortimer .
Hotspur94 - 113
- Revolted Mortimer !
- He never did fall off , my sovereign liege ,
- But by the chance of war ; to prove that true
- Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds ,
- Those mouthed wounds , which valiantly he took ,
- When on the gentle Severn’s sedgy bank ,
- In single opposition hand to hand ,
- He did confound the best part of an hour
- In changing hardiment with great Glendower .
- Three times they breath’d and three times did they drink ,
- Upon agreement , of swift Severn’s flood ,
- Who then affrighted with their bloody looks ,
- Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds ,
- And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank ,
- Blood - stained with these valiant combatants .
- Never did base and rotten policy
- Color her working with such deadly wounds ,
- Nor never could the noble Mortimer
- Receive so many , and all willingly .
- Then let not him be slandered with revolt .
King Henry IV114 - 125
- Thou dost belie him , Percy , thou dost belie him ;
- He never did encounter with Glendower .
- I tell thee ,
- He durst as well have met the devil alone
- As Owen Glendower for an enemy .
- Art thou not asham’d ? But , sirrah , henceforth
- Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer .
- Send me your prisoners with the speediest means ,
- Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
- As will displease you . My Lord Northumberland :
- We license your departure with your son .
- Send us your prisoners , or you will hear of it .
- Exit King with Blunt and Train .
Hotspur126 - 129
- And if the devil come and roar for them ,
- I will not send them . I will after straight
- And tell him so , for I will ease my heart ,
- Albeit I make a hazard of my head .
Earl of Northumberland130 - 131
- What ? Drunk with choler ? Stay , and pause a while .
- Here comes your uncle .
- Enter Worcester .
Hotspur132 - 139
- Speak of Mortimer !
- ’Zounds , I will speak of him , and let my soul
- Want mercy if I do not join with him .
- Yea , on his part I’ll empty all these veins ,
- And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust ,
- But I will lift the down - trod Mortimer
- As high in the air as this unthankful king ,
- As this ingrate and cank’red Bullingbrook .
Earl of Northumberland140
- Brother , the King hath made your nephew mad .
Earl of Worcester141
- Who struck this heat up after I was gone ?
Hotspur142 - 146
- He will , forsooth , have all my prisoners ,
- And when I urg’d the ransom once again
- Of my wive’s brother , then his cheek look’d pale ,
- And on my face he turn’d an eye of death ,
- Trembling even at the name of Mortimer .
Earl of Worcester147 - 148
- I cannot blame him : was not he proclaim’d
- By Richard , that dead is , the next of blood ?
Earl of Northumberland149 - 154
- He was , I heard the proclamation .
- And then it was when the unhappy king
- ( Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth
- Upon his Irish expedition ;
- From whence he intercepted did return
- To be depos’d , and shortly murdered .
Earl of Worcester155 - 156
- And for whose death we in the world’s wide mouth
- Live scandaliz’d and foully spoken of .
Hotspur157 - 159
- But soft , I pray you , did King Richard then
- Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
- Heir to the crown ?
Earl of Northumberland160
- He did , myself did hear it .
Hotspur161 - 190
- Nay , then I cannot blame his cousin king ,
- That wish’d him on the barren mountains starve .
- But shall it be that you , that set the crown
- Upon the head of this forgetful man ,
- And for his sake wear the detested blot
- Of murderous subornation — shall it be
- That you a world of curses undergo ,
- Being the agents or base second means ,
- The cords , the ladder , or the hangman rather ?
- O , pardon me that I descend so low
- To show the line and the predicament
- Wherein you range under this subtle king !
- Shall it for shame be spoken in these days ,
- Or fill up chronicles in time to come ,
- That men of your nobility and power
- Did gage them both in an unjust behalf
- ( As both of you — God pardon it !— have done )
- To put down Richard , that sweet lovely rose ,
- And plant this thorn , this canker , Bullingbrook ?
- And shall it in more shame be further spoken ,
- That you are fool’d , discarded , and shook off
- By him for whom these shames ye underwent ?
- No , yet time serves wherein you may redeem
- Your banish’d honors and restore yourselves
- Into the good thoughts of the world again ;
- Revenge the jeering and disdain’d contempt
- Of this proud king , who studies day and night
- To answer all the debt he owes to you
- Even with the bloody payment of your deaths .
- Therefore I say —
Earl of Worcester191 - 197
- Peace , cousin , say no more .
- And now I will unclasp a secret book ,
- And to your quick - conceiving discontents
- I’ll read you matter deep and dangerous ,
- As full of peril and adventurous spirit
- As to o’erwalk a current roaring loud
- On the unsteadfast footing of a spear .
Hotspur198 - 202
- If he fall in , good night , or sink or swim .
- Send danger from the east unto the west ,
- So honor cross it from the north to south ,
- And let them grapple . O , the blood more stirs
- To rouse a lion than to start a hare !
Earl of Northumberland203 - 204
- Imagination of some great exploit
- Drives him beyond the bounds of patience .
Hotspur205 - 212
- By heaven , methinks it were an easy leap ,
- To pluck bright honor from the pale - fac’d moon ,
- Or dive into the bottom of the deep ,
- Where fathom - line could never touch the ground ,
- And pluck up drowned honor by the locks ,
- So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
- Without corrival all her dignities ;
- But out upon this half - fac’d fellowship !
Earl of Worcester213 - 215
- He apprehends a world of figures here ,
- But not the form of what he should attend .
- Good cousin , give me audience for a while .
- I cry you mercy .
Earl of Worcester217 - 218
- Those same noble Scots
- That are your prisoners —
Hotspur219 - 222
- I’ll keep them all !
- By God , he shall not have a Scot of them ,
- No , if a Scot would save his soul , he shall not !
- I’ll keep them , by this hand .
Earl of Worcester223 - 225
- You start away ,
- And lend no ear unto my purposes .
- Those prisoners you shall keep .
Hotspur226 - 234
- Nay , I will ; that’s flat .
- He said he would not ransom Mortimer ,
- Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer ,
- But I will find him when he lies asleep ,
- And in his ear I’ll holla “ Mortimer !”
- Nay ,
- I’ll have a starling shall be taught to speak
- Nothing but “ Mortimer ,” and give it him
- To keep his anger still in motion .
Earl of Worcester235
- Hear you , cousin , a word .
Hotspur236 - 241
- All studies here I solemnly defy ,
- Save how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrook ,
- And that same sword - and - buckler Prince of Wales ,
- But that I think his father loves him not
- And would be glad he met with some mischance ,
- I would have him poisoned with a pot of ale .
Earl of Worcester242 - 243
- Farewell , kinsman ! I’ll talk to you
- When you are better temper’d to attend .
Earl of Northumberland244 - 246
- Why , what a wasp - stung and impatient fool
- Art thou to break into this woman’s mood ,
- Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own !
Hotspur247 - 256
- Why , look you , I am whipt and scourg’d with rods ,
- Nettled and stung with pismires , when I hear
- Of this vile politician , Bullingbrook .
- In Richard’s time — what do you call the place ?—
- A plague upon it , it is in Gloucestershire —
- ’Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept —
- His uncle York — where I first bow’d my knee
- Unto this king of smiles , this Bullingbrook —
- ’Sblood !
- When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh —
Earl of Northumberland257
- At Berkeley castle .
Hotspur258 - 264
- You say true .
- Why , what a candy deal of courtesy
- This fawning greyhound then did proffer me !
- “ Look when his infant fortune came to age ”
- And “ gentle Harry Percy ” and “ kind cousin ”—
- O , the devil take such cozeners !— God forgive me !
- Good uncle , tell your tale — I have done .
Earl of Worcester265 - 266
- Nay , if you have not , to it again ,
- We will stay your leisure .
- I have done , i’ faith .
Earl of Worcester268 - 278
- Then once more to your Scottish prisoners :
- Deliver them up without their ransom straight ,
- And make the Douglas’ son your only mean
- For powers in Scotland , which , for divers reasons
- Which I shall send you written , be assur’d
- Will easily be granted .
- To Northumberland .
- You , my lord ,
- Your son in Scotland being thus employed ,
- Shall secretly into the bosom creep
- Of that same noble prelate well belov’d ,
- The Archbishop .
- Of York , is it not ?
Earl of Worcester280 - 286
- True , who bears hard
- His brother’s death at Bristow , the Lord Scroop .
- I speak not this in estimation ,
- As what I think might be , but what I know
- Is ruminated , plotted , and set down ,
- And only stays but to behold the face
- Of that occasion that shall bring it on .
- I smell it . Upon my life , it will do well .
Earl of Northumberland288
- Before the game is afoot thou still let’st slip .
Hotspur289 - 291
- Why , it cannot choose but be a noble plot .
- And then the power of Scotland , and of York ,
- To join with Mortimer , ha ?
Earl of Worcester292
- And so they shall .
- In faith , it is exceedingly well aim’d .
Earl of Worcester294 - 301
- And ’tis no little reason bids us speed ,
- To save our heads by raising of a head ,
- For bear ourselves as even as we can ,
- The King will always think him in our debt ,
- And think we think ourselves unsatisfied ,
- Till he hath found a time to pay us home .
- And see already how he doth begin
- To make us strangers to his looks of love .
- He does , he does , we’ll be reveng’d on him .
Earl of Worcester303 - 310
- Cousin , farewell ! No further go in this
- Than I by letters shall direct your course .
- When time is ripe , which will be suddenly ,
- I’ll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer ,
- Where you and Douglas and our powers at once ,
- As I will fashion it , shall happily meet
- To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms ,
- Which now we hold at much uncertainty .
Earl of Northumberland311
- Farewell , good brother , we shall thrive , I trust .
Hotspur312 - 313
- Uncle , adieu ! O , let the hours be short ,
- Till fields , and blows , and groans applaud our sport !
- Exeunt .