Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 2, Scene 3
Warkworth. Before Northumberland’s castle.
- Enter Northumberland (Henry Percy), his wife, Lady
- Northumberland, and Lady Percy, the wife to Harry Percy.
Earl of Northumberland3 - 6
- I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter,
- Give even way unto my rough affairs;
- Put not you on the visage of the times,
- And be like them to Percy troublesome.
Lady Northumberland7 - 8
- I have given over, I will speak no more;
- Do what you will, your wisdom be your guide.
Earl of Northumberland9 - 10
- Alas, sweet wife, my honor is at pawn,
- And but my going, nothing can redeem it.
Lady Percy11 - 47
- O yet for God’s sake, go not to these wars!
- The time was, father, that you broke your word
- When you were more endear’d to it than now,
- When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
- Threw many a northward look to see his father
- Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
- Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
- There were two honors lost, yours and your son’s:
- For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
- For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
- In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
- Did all the chivalry of England move
- To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
- Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves:
- He had no legs that practic’d not his gait;
- And speaking thick (which nature made his blemish)
- Became the accents of the valiant;
- For those that could speak low and tardily
- Would turn their own perfection to abuse
- To seem like him; so that in speech, in gait,
- In diet, in affections of delight,
- In military rules, humors of blood,
- He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
- That fashion’d others. And him, O wondrous him!
- O miracle of men! Him did you leave,
- Second to none, unseconded by you,
- To look upon the hideous god of war
- In disadvantage, to abide a field
- Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
- Did seem defensible: so you left him.
- Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
- To hold your honor more precise and nice
- With others than with him! Let them alone.
- The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong.
- Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
- Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
- Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.
Earl of Northumberland48 - 53
- Beshrew your heart,
- Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me
- With new lamenting ancient oversights,
- But I must go and meet with danger there,
- Or it will seek me in another place,
- And find me worse provided.
Lady Northumberland54 - 56
- O, fly to Scotland,
- Till that the nobles and the armed commons
- Have of their puissance made a little taste.
Lady Percy57 - 65
- If they get ground and vantage of the King,
- Then join you with them, like a rib of steel,
- To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves,
- First let them try themselves. So did your son,
- He was so suff’red; so came I a widow,
- And never shall have length of life enough
- To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
- That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven,
- For recordation to my noble husband.
Earl of Northumberland66 - 72
- Come, come, go in with me. ’Tis with my mind
- As with the tide swell’d up unto his height,
- That makes a still-stand, running neither way.
- Fain would I go to meet the Archbishop,
- But many thousand reasons hold me back.
- I will resolve for Scotland; there am I,
- Till time and vantage crave my company.