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Henry IV, Pt. 1: Act 1, Scene 1

Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 1, Scene 1

Scene 1

London. The palace.

  1. Enter the King Henry, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of
  2. Westmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, with others.

King Henry IV

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  1. So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
  2. Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
  3. And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
  4. To be commenc’d in stronds afar remote.
  5. No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
  6. Shall daub her lips with her own children’s blood,
  7. No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
  8. Nor bruise her flow’rets with the armed hoofs
  9. Of hostile paces. Those opposed eyes,
  10. Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
  11. All of one nature, of one substance bred,
  12. Did lately meet in the intestine shock
  13. And furious close of civil butchery,
  14. Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
  15. March all one way and be no more oppos’d
  16. Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies.
  17. The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
  18. No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
  19. As far as to the sepulchre of Christ
  20. Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
  21. We are impressed and engag’d to fight
  22. Forthwith a power of English shall we levy,
  23. Whose arms were moulded in their mother’s womb,
  24. To chase these pagans in those holy fields,
  25. Over whose acres walk’d those blessed feet
  26. Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail’d
  27. For our advantage on the bitter cross.
  28. But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
  29. And bootless ’tis to tell you we will go;
  30. Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
  31. Of you, my gentle cousin Westmorland,
  32. What yesternight our Council did decree
  33. In forwarding this dear expedience.

Earl of Westmorland

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  1. My liege, this haste was hot in question.
  2. And many limits of the charge set down
  3. But yesternight, when all athwart there came
  4. A post from Wales loaden with heavy news,
  5. Whose worst was that the noble Mortimer,
  6. Leading the men of Herfordshire to fight
  7. Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
  8. Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
  9. A thousand of his people butchered,
  10. Upon whose dead corpse’ there was such misuse,
  11. Such beastly shameless transformation,
  12. By those Welshwomen done as may not be
  13. Without much shame retold or spoken of.

King Henry IV

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  1. It seems then that the tidings of this broil
  2. Brake off our business for the Holy Land.

Earl of Westmorland

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  1. This match’d with other did, my gracious lord,
  2. For more uneven and unwelcome news
  3. Came from the north, and thus it did import:
  4. On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
  5. Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,
  6. That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
  7. At Holmedon met,
  8. Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
  9. As by discharge of their artillery
  10. And shape of likelihood the news was told;
  11. For he that brought them, in the very heat
  12. And pride of their contention did take horse,
  13. Uncertain of the issue any way.

King Henry IV

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  1. Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
  2. Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse,
  3. Stain’d with the variation of each soil
  4. Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
  5. And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
  6. The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
  7. Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
  8. Balk’d in their own blood, did Sir Walter see
  9. On Holmedon’s plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
  10. Mordake Earl of Fife and eldest son
  11. To beaten Douglas, and the Earl of Athol,
  12. Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
  13. And is not this an honorable spoil?
  14. A gallant prize? Ha, cousin, is it not?

Earl of Westmorland

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  1. In faith,
  2. It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

King Henry IV

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  1. Yea, there thou mak’st me sad, and mak’st me sin
  2. In envy that my Lord Northumberland
  3. Should be the father to so blest a son
  4. A son who is the theme of honor’s tongue,
  5. Amongst a grove the very straightest plant,
  6. Who is sweet Fortune’s minion and her pride,
  7. Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
  8. See riot and dishonor stain the brow
  9. Of my young Harry. O that it could be prov’d
  10. That some night-tripping fairy had exchang’d
  11. In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
  12. And call’d mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
  13. Then would I have his Harry and he mine.
  14. But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
  15. Of this young Percy’s pride? The prisoners
  16. Which he in this adventure hath surpris’d
  17. To his own use he keeps, and sends me word
  18. I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.

Earl of Westmorland

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  1. This is his uncle’s teaching; this is Worcester,
  2. Malevolent to you in all aspects,
  3. Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
  4. The crest of youth against your dignity.

King Henry IV

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  1. But I have sent for him to answer this;
  2. And for this cause a while we must neglect
  3. Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
  4. Cousin, on Wednesday next our Council we
  5. Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords.
  6. But come yourself with speed to us again,
  7. For more is to be said and to be done
  8. Than out of anger can be uttered.

Earl of Westmorland

110
  1. I will, my liege.
  1. Exeunt.
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