Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 3, Scene 1
Westminster.
A
palace
room.
-
Enter
the
King
in
his
night-gown,
alone,
followed
by
a
Page.
King Henry the Fourth
2 - 33
-
Go
call
the
Earls
of
Surrey
and
of
Warwick;
-
But,
ere
they
come,
bid
them
o’er-read
these
letters
-
And
well
consider
of
them.
Make
good
speed.
-
Exit
Page.
-
How
many
thousand
of
my
poorest
subjects
-
Are
at
this
hour
asleep!
O
sleep!
O
gentle
sleep!
-
Nature’s
soft
nurse,
how
have
I
frighted
thee,
-
That
thou
no
more
wilt
weigh
my
eyelids
down,
-
And
steep
my
senses
in
forgetfulness?
-
Why
rather,
sleep,
liest
thou
in
smoky
cribs,
-
Upon
uneasy
pallets
stretching
thee,
-
And
hush’d
with
buzzing
night-flies
to
thy
slumber,
-
Than
in
the
perfum’d
chambers
of
the
great,
-
Under
the
canopies
of
costly
state,
-
And
lull’d
with
sound
of
sweetest
melody?
-
O
thou
dull
god,
why
li’st
thou
with
the
vile
-
In
loathsome
beds,
and
leavest
the
kingly
couch
-
A
watch-case
or
a
common
’larum-bell?
-
Wilt
thou
upon
the
high
and
giddy
mast
-
Seal
up
the
ship-boy’s
eyes,
and
rock
his
brains
-
In
cradle
of
the
rude
imperious
surge,
-
And
in
the
visitation
of
the
winds,
-
Who
take
the
ruffian
billows
by
the
top,
-
Curling
their
monstrous
heads
and
hanging
them
-
With
deafing
clamor
in
the
slippery
clouds,
-
That
with
the
hurly
death
itself
awakes?
-
Canst
thou,
O
partial
sleep,
give
then
repose
-
To
the
wet
sea-boy
in
an
hour
so
rude,
-
And
in
the
calmest
and
most
stillest
night,
-
With
all
appliances
and
means
to
boot,
-
Deny
it
to
a
king?
Then
(happy)
low,
lie
down!
-
Uneasy
lies
the
head
that
wears
a
crown.
-
Enter
Warwick,
Surrey,
and
Sir
John
Blunt.
Earl of Warwick
35
-
Many
good
morrows
to
your
Majesty!
King Henry the Fourth
36
-
Is
it
good
morrow,
lords?
Earl of Warwick
37
-
’Tis
one
a’
clock,
and
past.
King Henry the Fourth
38 - 39
-
Why
then
good
morrow
to
you
all,
my
lords.
-
Have
you
read
o’er
the
letters
that
I
sent
you?
Earl of Warwick
40
-
We
have,
my
liege.
King Henry the Fourth
41 - 43
-
Then
you
perceive
the
body
of
our
kingdom
-
How
foul
it
is,
what
rank
diseases
grow,
-
And
with
what
danger,
near
the
heart
of
it.
Earl of Warwick
44 - 47
-
It
is
but
as
a
body
yet
distempered,
-
Which
to
his
former
strength
may
be
restored
-
With
good
advice
and
little
medicine.
-
My
Lord
Northumberland
will
soon
be
cool’d.
King Henry the Fourth
48 - 83
-
O
God,
that
one
might
read
the
book
of
fate,
-
And
see
the
revolution
of
the
times
-
Make
mountains
level,
and
the
continent,
-
Weary
of
solid
firmness,
melt
itself
-
Into
the
sea,
and
other
times
to
see
-
The
beachy
girdle
of
the
ocean
-
Too
wide
for
Neptune’s
hips;
how
chance’s
mocks
-
And
changes
fill
the
cup
of
alteration
-
With
divers
liquors!
O,
if
this
were
seen,
-
The
happiest
youth,
viewing
his
progress
through,
-
What
perils
past,
what
crosses
to
ensue,
-
Would
shut
the
book,
and
sit
him
down
and
die.
-
’Tis
not
ten
years
gone
-
Since
Richard
and
Northumberland,
great
friends,
-
Did
feast
together,
and
in
two
year
after
-
Were
they
at
wars.
It
is
but
eight
years
since
-
This
Percy
was
the
man
nearest
my
soul,
-
Who
like
a
brother
toil’d
in
my
affairs,
-
And
laid
his
love
and
life
under
my
foot,
-
Yea,
for
my
sake,
even
to
the
eyes
of
Richard
-
Gave
him
defiance.
But
which
of
you
was
by—
-
To
Warwick.
-
You,
cousin
Nevil,
as
I
may
remember—
-
When
Richard,
with
his
eye
brimful
of
tears,
-
Then
check’d
and
rated
by
Northumberland,
-
Did
speak
these
words,
now
prov’d
a
prophecy?
-
“Northumberland,
thou
ladder
by
the
which
-
My
cousin
Bullingbrook
ascends
my
throne”
-
(Though
then,
God
knows,
I
had
no
such
intent,
-
But
that
necessity
so
bow’d
the
state
-
That
I
and
greatness
were
compell’d
to
kiss),
-
“The
time
shall
come,”
thus
did
he
follow
it,
-
“The
time
will
come,
that
foul
sin,
gathering
head,
-
Shall
break
into
corruption”:
so
went
on,
-
Foretelling
this
same
time’s
condition
-
And
the
division
of
our
amity.

Byam Shaw, 1901
Earl of Warwick
84 - 96
-
There
is
a
history
in
all
men’s
lives,
-
Figuring
the
natures
of
the
times
deceas’d,
-
The
which
observ’d,
a
man
may
prophesy,
-
With
a
near
aim,
of
the
main
chance
of
things
-
As
yet
not
come
to
life,
who
in
their
seeds
-
And
weak
beginning
lie
intreasured.
-
Such
things
become
the
hatch
and
brood
of
time,
-
And
by
the
necessary
form
of
this
-
King
Richard
might
create
a
perfect
guess
-
That
great
Northumberland,
then
false
to
him,
-
Would
of
that
seed
grow
to
a
greater
falseness,
-
Which
should
not
find
a
ground
to
root
upon
-
Unless
on
you.
King Henry the Fourth
97 - 101
-
Are
these
things
then
necessities?
-
Then
let
us
meet
them
like
necessities;
-
And
that
same
word
even
now
cries
out
on
us.
-
They
say
the
Bishop
and
Northumberland
-
Are
fifty
thousand
strong.
Earl of Warwick
102 - 112
-
It
cannot
be,
my
lord.
-
Rumor
doth
double,
like
the
voice
and
echo,
-
The
numbers
of
the
feared.
Please
it
your
Grace
-
To
go
to
bed.
Upon
my
soul,
my
lord,
-
The
powers
that
you
already
have
sent
forth
-
Shall
bring
this
prize
in
very
easily.
-
To
comfort
you
the
more,
I
have
received
-
A
certain
instance
that
Glendower
is
dead.
-
Your
Majesty
hath
been
this
fortnight
ill,
-
And
these
unseasoned
hours
perforce
must
add
-
Unto
your
sickness.
King Henry the Fourth
113 - 115
-
I
will
take
your
counsel,
-
And
were
these
inward
wars
once
out
of
hand,
-
We
would,
dear
lords,
unto
the
Holy
Land.

Henry IV
late 18th C
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