Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 1, Scene 3
London. The palace.
- Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, Sir
- Walter Blunt, with others.
King Henry IV3 - 11
- 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 Worcester12 - 15
- 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 Northumberland16
- My lord—
King Henry IV17 - 25
- 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 Northumberland26 - 32
- 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.
Hotspur33 - 73
- 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.
Blunt74 - 80
- 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 IV81 - 96
- 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.
Hotspur97 - 116
- 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 IV117 - 128
- 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.
Hotspur130 - 133
- 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 Northumberland134 - 135
- What? Drunk with choler? Stay, and pause a while.
- Here comes your uncle.
- Enter Worcester.
Hotspur137 - 144
- 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 Northumberland145
- Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.
Earl of Worcester146
- Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
Hotspur147 - 151
- 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 Worcester152 - 153
- I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim’d
- By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood?
Earl of Northumberland154 - 159
- 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 Worcester160 - 161
- And for whose death we in the world’s wide mouth
- Live scandaliz’d and foully spoken of.
Hotspur162 - 164
- But soft, I pray you, did King Richard then
- Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
- Heir to the crown?
Earl of Northumberland165
- He did, myself did hear it.
Hotspur166 - 195
- 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 Worcester196 - 202
- 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.
Hotspur203 - 207
- 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 Northumberland208 - 209
- Imagination of some great exploit
- Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
Hotspur210 - 217
- 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 Worcester218 - 220
- 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 Worcester222 - 223
- Those same noble Scots
- That are your prisoners—
Hotspur224 - 227
- 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 Worcester228 - 230
- You start away,
- And lend no ear unto my purposes.
- Those prisoners you shall keep.
Hotspur231 - 239
- 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!”
- 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 Worcester240
- Hear you, cousin, a word.
Hotspur241 - 246
- 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 Worcester247 - 248
- Farewell, kinsman! I’ll talk to you
- When you are better temper’d to attend.
Earl of Northumberland249 - 251
- 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!
Hotspur252 - 261
- 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—
- When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh—
Earl of Northumberland262
- At Berkeley castle.
Hotspur263 - 269
- 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 Worcester270 - 271
- Nay, if you have not, to it again,
- We will stay your leisure.
- I have done, i’ faith.
Earl of Worcester273 - 284
- 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 Worcester286 - 292
- 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 Northumberland294
- Before the game is afoot thou still let’st slip.
Hotspur295 - 297
- 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 Worcester298
- And so they shall.
- In faith, it is exceedingly well aim’d.
Earl of Worcester300 - 307
- 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 Worcester309 - 316
- 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 Northumberland317
- Farewell, good brother, we shall thrive, I trust.
Hotspur318 - 319
- Uncle, adieu! O, let the hours be short,
- Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport!