Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 1, Scene 1
London. The palace.
- Enter the King Henry, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of
- Westmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, with others.
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- So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
- Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
- And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
- To be commenc’d in stronds afar remote.
- No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
- Shall daub her lips with her own children’s blood,
- No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
- Nor bruise her flow’rets with the armed hoofs
- Of hostile paces. Those opposed eyes,
- Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
- All of one nature, of one substance bred,
- Did lately meet in the intestine shock
- And furious close of civil butchery,
- Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
- March all one way and be no more oppos’d
- Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies.
- The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
- No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
- As far as to the sepulchre of Christ—
- Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
- We are impressed and engag’d to fight—
- Forthwith a power of English shall we levy,
- Whose arms were moulded in their mother’s womb,
- To chase these pagans in those holy fields,
- Over whose acres walk’d those blessed feet
- Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail’d
- For our advantage on the bitter cross.
- But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
- And bootless ’tis to tell you we will go;
- Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
- Of you, my gentle cousin Westmorland,
- What yesternight our Council did decree
- In forwarding this dear expedience.
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- My liege, this haste was hot in question.
- And many limits of the charge set down
- But yesternight, when all athwart there came
- A post from Wales loaden with heavy news,
- Whose worst was that the noble Mortimer,
- Leading the men of Herfordshire to fight
- Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
- Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
- A thousand of his people butchered,
- Upon whose dead corpse’ there was such misuse,
- Such beastly shameless transformation,
- By those Welshwomen done as may not be
- Without much shame retold or spoken of.
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- It seems then that the tidings of this broil
- Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
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- This match’d with other did, my gracious lord,
- For more uneven and unwelcome news
- Came from the north, and thus it did import:
- On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
- Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,
- That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
- At Holmedon met,
- Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
- As by discharge of their artillery
- And shape of likelihood the news was told;
- For he that brought them, in the very heat
- And pride of their contention did take horse,
- Uncertain of the issue any way.
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- Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
- Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse,
- Stain’d with the variation of each soil
- Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
- And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
- The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
- Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
- Balk’d in their own blood, did Sir Walter see
- On Holmedon’s plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
- Mordake Earl of Fife and eldest son
- To beaten Douglas, and the Earl of Athol,
- Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
- And is not this an honorable spoil?
- A gallant prize? Ha, cousin, is it not?
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- In faith,
- It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
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- Yea, there thou mak’st me sad, and mak’st me sin
- In envy that my Lord Northumberland
- Should be the father to so blest a son—
- A son who is the theme of honor’s tongue,
- Amongst a grove the very straightest plant,
- Who is sweet Fortune’s minion and her pride,
- Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
- See riot and dishonor stain the brow
- Of my young Harry. O that it could be prov’d
- That some night-tripping fairy had exchang’d
- In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
- And call’d mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
- Then would I have his Harry and he mine.
- But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
- Of this young Percy’s pride? The prisoners
- Which he in this adventure hath surpris’d
- To his own use he keeps, and sends me word
- I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.
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- This is his uncle’s teaching; this is Worcester,
- Malevolent to you in all aspects,
- Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
- The crest of youth against your dignity.
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- But I have sent for him to answer this;
- And for this cause a while we must neglect
- Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
- Cousin, on Wednesday next our Council we
- Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords.
- But come yourself with speed to us again,
- For more is to be said and to be done
- Than out of anger can be uttered.
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- I will, my liege.