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Henry IV, Pt. 1: Act 1, Scene 3

Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 1, Scene 3

London. The palace.

  1. Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, Sir
  2. Walter Blunt, with others.

King Henry IV

3 - 11
  1. My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
  2. Unapt to stir at these indignities,
  3. And you have found me, for accordingly
  4. You tread upon my patience; but be sure
  5. I will from henceforth rather be myself,
  6. Mighty and to be fear’d, than my condition,
  7. Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
  8. And therefore lost that title of respect
  9. Which the proud soul ne’er pays but to the proud.

Earl of Worcester

12 - 15
  1. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
  2. The scourge of greatness to be us’d on it,
  3. And that same greatness too which our own hands
  4. Have holp to make so portly.

Earl of Northumberland

16
  1. My lord

King Henry IV

17 - 25
  1. Worcester, get thee gone, for I do see
  2. Danger and disobedience in thine eye.
  3. O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
  4. And majesty might never yet endure
  5. The moody frontier of a servant brow.
  6. You have good leave to leave us. When we need
  7. Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
  8. Exit Worcester.
  9. You were about to speak.

Earl of Northumberland

26 - 32
  1.                          Yea, my good lord.
  2. Those prisoners in your Highness’ name demanded,
  3. Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
  4. Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
  5. As is delivered to your Majesty.
  6. Either envy, therefore, or misprision
  7. Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.

Hotspur

33 - 73
  1. My liege, I did deny no prisoners,
  2. But I remember, when the fight was done,
  3. When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
  4. Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
  5. Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress’d,
  6. Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap’d
  7. Show’d like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
  8. He was perfumed like a milliner,
  9. And ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held
  10. A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
  11. He gave his nose and took’t away again,
  12. Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
  13. Took it in snuffand still he smil’d and talk’d:
  14. And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
  15. He call’d them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
  16. To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
  17. Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
  18. With many holiday and lady terms
  19. He questioned me, amongst the rest demanded
  20. My prisoners in your Majesty’s behalf.
  21. I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
  22. To be so pest’red with a popingay,
  23. Out of my grief and my impatience
  24. Answer’d neglectingly, I know not what
  25. He should, or he should notfor he made me mad
  26. To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet,
  27. And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
  28. Of guns, and drums, and wounds, God save the mark!
  29. And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth
  30. Was parmaciti for an inward bruise,
  31. And that it was great pity, so it was,
  32. This villainous saltpeter should be digg’d
  33. Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
  34. Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
  35. So cowardly, and but for these vile guns
  36. He would himself have been a soldier.
  37. This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
  38. I answered indirectly, as I said,
  39. And I beseech you, let not his report
  40. Come current for an accusation
  41. Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.

Blunt

74 - 80
  1. The circumstance considered, good my lord,
  2. What e’er Lord Harry Percy then had said
  3. To such a person, and in such a place,
  4. At such a time, with all the rest retold,
  5. May reasonably die, and never rise
  6. To do him wrong, or any way impeach
  7. What then he said, so he unsay it now.

King Henry IV

81 - 96
  1. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
  2. But with proviso and exception,
  3. That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
  4. His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer,
  5. Who, on my soul, hath willfully betray’d
  6. The lives of those that he did lead to fight
  7. Against that great magician, damn’d Glendower,
  8. Whose daughter, as we hear, that Earl of March
  9. Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
  10. Be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
  11. Shall we buy treason? And indent with fears,
  12. When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
  13. No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
  14. For I shall never hold that man my friend
  15. Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
  16. To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Hotspur

97 - 116
  1. Revolted Mortimer!
  2. He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
  3. But by the chance of war; to prove that true
  4. Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
  5. Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took,
  6. When on the gentle Severn’s sedgy bank,
  7. In single opposition hand to hand,
  8. He did confound the best part of an hour
  9. In changing hardiment with great Glendower.
  10. Three times they breath’d and three times did they drink,
  11. Upon agreement, of swift Severn’s flood,
  12. Who then affrighted with their bloody looks,
  13. Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
  14. And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
  15. Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.
  16. Never did base and rotten policy
  17. Color her working with such deadly wounds,
  18. Nor never could the noble Mortimer
  19. Receive so many, and all willingly.
  20. Then let not him be slandered with revolt.

King Henry IV

117 - 128
  1. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;
  2. He never did encounter with Glendower.
  3. I tell thee,
  4. He durst as well have met the devil alone
  5. As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
  6. Art thou not asham’d? But, sirrah, henceforth
  7. Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer.
  8. Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
  9. Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
  10. As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland:
  11. We license your departure with your son.
  12. Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
  1. Exit King with Blunt and Train.

Hotspur

130 - 133
  1. And if the devil come and roar for them,
  2. I will not send them. I will after straight
  3. And tell him so, for I will ease my heart,
  4. Albeit I make a hazard of my head.

Earl of Northumberland

134 - 135
  1. What? Drunk with choler? Stay, and pause a while.
  2. Here comes your uncle.
  1. Enter Worcester.

Hotspur

137 - 144
  1.                        Speak of Mortimer!
  2. ’Zounds, I will speak of him, and let my soul
  3. Want mercy if I do not join with him.
  4. Yea, on his part I’ll empty all these veins,
  5. And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
  6. But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
  7. As high in the air as this unthankful king,
  8. As this ingrate and cank’red Bullingbrook.

Earl of Northumberland

145
  1. Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.

Earl of Worcester

146
  1. Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

Hotspur

147 - 151
  1. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners,
  2. And when I urg’d the ransom once again
  3. Of my wive’s brother, then his cheek look’d pale,
  4. And on my face he turn’d an eye of death,
  5. Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

Earl of Worcester

152 - 153
  1. I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim’d
  2. By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood?

Earl of Northumberland

154 - 159
  1. He was, I heard the proclamation.
  2. And then it was when the unhappy king
  3. (Whose wrongs in us God pardon!) did set forth
  4. Upon his Irish expedition;
  5. From whence he intercepted did return
  6. To be depos’d, and shortly murdered.

Earl of Worcester

160 - 161
  1. And for whose death we in the world’s wide mouth
  2. Live scandaliz’d and foully spoken of.

Hotspur

162 - 164
  1. But soft, I pray you, did King Richard then
  2. Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
  3. Heir to the crown?

Earl of Northumberland

165
  1.                    He did, myself did hear it.

Hotspur

166 - 195
  1. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
  2. That wish’d him on the barren mountains starve.
  3. But shall it be that you, that set the crown
  4. Upon the head of this forgetful man,
  5. And for his sake wear the detested blot
  6. Of murderous subornationshall it be
  7. That you a world of curses undergo,
  8. Being the agents or base second means,
  9. The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
  10. O, pardon me that I descend so low
  11. To show the line and the predicament
  12. Wherein you range under this subtle king!
  13. Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
  14. Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
  15. That men of your nobility and power
  16. Did gage them both in an unjust behalf
  17. (As both of youGod pardon it!—have done)
  18. To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
  19. And plant this thorn, this canker, Bullingbrook?
  20. And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
  21. That you are fool’d, discarded, and shook off
  22. By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
  23. No, yet time serves wherein you may redeem
  24. Your banish’d honors and restore yourselves
  25. Into the good thoughts of the world again;
  26. Revenge the jeering and disdain’d contempt
  27. Of this proud king, who studies day and night
  28. To answer all the debt he owes to you
  29. Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
  30. Therefore I say

Earl of Worcester

196 - 202
  1.                  Peace, cousin, say no more.
  2. And now I will unclasp a secret book,
  3. And to your quick-conceiving discontents
  4. I’ll read you matter deep and dangerous,
  5. As full of peril and adventurous spirit
  6. As to o’erwalk a current roaring loud
  7. On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

Hotspur

203 - 207
  1. If he fall in, good night, or sink or swim.
  2. Send danger from the east unto the west,
  3. So honor cross it from the north to south,
  4. And let them grapple. O, the blood more stirs
  5. To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

Earl of Northumberland

208 - 209
  1. Imagination of some great exploit
  2. Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

Hotspur

210 - 217
  1. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
  2. To pluck bright honor from the pale-fac’d moon,
  3. Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
  4. Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
  5. And pluck up drowned honor by the locks,
  6. So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
  7. Without corrival all her dignities;
  8. But out upon this half-fac’d fellowship!

Earl of Worcester

218 - 220
  1. He apprehends a world of figures here,
  2. But not the form of what he should attend.
  3. Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

Hotspur

221
  1. I cry you mercy.

Earl of Worcester

222 - 223
  1.                  Those same noble Scots
  2. That are your prisoners

Hotspur

224 - 227
  1.                          I’ll keep them all!
  2. By God, he shall not have a Scot of them,
  3. No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not!
  4. I’ll keep them, by this hand.

Earl of Worcester

228 - 230
  1.                               You start away,
  2. And lend no ear unto my purposes.
  3. Those prisoners you shall keep.

Hotspur

231 - 239
  1.                                 Nay, I will; that’s flat.
  2. He said he would not ransom Mortimer,
  3. Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer,
  4. But I will find him when he lies asleep,
  5. And in his ear I’ll holla Mortimer!”
  6. Nay,
  7. I’ll have a starling shall be taught to speak
  8. Nothing but Mortimer,” and give it him
  9. To keep his anger still in motion.

Earl of Worcester

240
  1. Hear you, cousin, a word.

Hotspur

241 - 246
  1. All studies here I solemnly defy,
  2. Save how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrook,
  3. And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
  4. But that I think his father loves him not
  5. And would be glad he met with some mischance,
  6. I would have him poisoned with a pot of ale.

Earl of Worcester

247 - 248
  1. Farewell, kinsman! I’ll talk to you
  2. When you are better temper’d to attend.

Earl of Northumberland

249 - 251
  1. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
  2. Art thou to break into this woman’s mood,
  3. Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!

Hotspur

252 - 261
  1. Why, look you, I am whipt and scourg’d with rods,
  2. Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
  3. Of this vile politician, Bullingbrook.
  4. In Richard’s timewhat do you call the place?—
  5. A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire
  6. ’Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept
  7. His uncle Yorkwhere I first bow’d my knee
  8. Unto this king of smiles, this Bullingbrook
  9. ’Sblood!
  10. When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh

Earl of Northumberland

262
  1. At Berkeley castle.

Hotspur

263 - 269
  1. You say true.
  2. Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
  3. This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
  4. Look when his infant fortune came to age
  5. And gentle Harry Percy and kind cousin”—
  6. O, the devil take such cozeners!—God forgive me!
  7. Good uncle, tell your taleI have done.

Earl of Worcester

270 - 271
  1. Nay, if you have not, to it again,
  2. We will stay your leisure.

Hotspur

272
  1.                            I have done, i’ faith.

Earl of Worcester

273 - 284
  1. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners:
  2. Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
  3. And make the Douglas’ son your only mean
  4. For powers in Scotland, which, for divers reasons
  5. Which I shall send you written, be assur’d
  6. Will easily be granted.
  7. To Northumberland.
  8.                         You, my lord,
  9. Your son in Scotland being thus employed,
  10. Shall secretly into the bosom creep
  11. Of that same noble prelate well belov’d,
  12. The Archbishop.

Hotspur

285
  1. Of York, is it not?

Earl of Worcester

286 - 292
  1. True, who bears hard
  2. His brother’s death at Bristow, the Lord Scroop.
  3. I speak not this in estimation,
  4. As what I think might be, but what I know
  5. Is ruminated, plotted, and set down,
  6. And only stays but to behold the face
  7. Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

Hotspur

293
  1. I smell it. Upon my life, it will do well.

Earl of Northumberland

294
  1. Before the game is afoot thou still let’st slip.

Hotspur

295 - 297
  1. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot.
  2. And then the power of Scotland, and of York,
  3. To join with Mortimer, ha?

Earl of Worcester

298
  1.                            And so they shall.

Hotspur

299
  1. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim’d.

Earl of Worcester

300 - 307
  1. And ’tis no little reason bids us speed,
  2. To save our heads by raising of a head,
  3. For bear ourselves as even as we can,
  4. The King will always think him in our debt,
  5. And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
  6. Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
  7. And see already how he doth begin
  8. To make us strangers to his looks of love.

Hotspur

308
  1. He does, he does, we’ll be reveng’d on him.

Earl of Worcester

309 - 316
  1. Cousin, farewell! No further go in this
  2. Than I by letters shall direct your course.
  3. When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
  4. I’ll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer,
  5. Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
  6. As I will fashion it, shall happily meet
  7. To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
  8. Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

Earl of Northumberland

317
  1. Farewell, good brother, we shall thrive, I trust.

Hotspur

318 - 319
  1. Uncle, adieu! O, let the hours be short,
  2. Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport!
  1. Exeunt.
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