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Henry IV, Pt. 2: Act 1, Scene 1

Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 1, Scene 1

Warkworth. Before Northumberland’s castle.

  1. Enter the Lord Bardolph at one door.

Lord Bardolph

2 - 4
  1. Who keeps the gate here ho?
  2. Enter Porter.
  3.                             Where is the Earl?

Porter

5
  1. What shall I say you are?

Lord Bardolph

6 - 7
  1.                           Tell thou the Earl
  2. That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.

Porter

8 - 10
  1. His lordship is walk’d forth into the orchard.
  2. Please it your honor knock but at the gate,
  3. And he himself will answer.
  1. Enter Henry Percy, the Earl Northumberland, in a night-cap
  2. and supporting himself with a staff.

Lord Bardolph

13
  1.                             Here comes the Earl.
  1. Exit Porter.

Earl of Northumberland

15 - 19
  1. What news, Lord Bardolph? Every minute now
  2. Should be the father of some stratagem.
  3. The times are wild, contention, like a horse
  4. Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,
  5. And bears down all before him.

Lord Bardolph

20 - 21
  1.                                Noble Earl,
  2. I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.

Earl of Northumberland

22
  1. Good, and God will!

Lord Bardolph

23 - 33
  1.                     As good as heart can wish:
  2. The King is almost wounded to the death,
  3. And in the fortune of my lord your son,
  4. Prince Harry slain outright, and both the Blunts
  5. Kill’d by the hand of Douglas, young Prince John
  6. And Westmorland and Stafford fled the field,
  7. And Harry Monmouth’s brawn, the hulk Sir John,
  8. Is prisoner to your son. O, such a day!
  9. So fought, so followed, and so fairly won,
  10. Came not till now to dignify the times,
  11. Since Caesar’s fortunes.

Earl of Northumberland

34 - 35
  1.                          How is this deriv’d?
  2. Saw you the field? Came you from Shrewsbury?

Lord Bardolph

36 - 38
  1. I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence,
  2. A gentleman well bred and of good name,
  3. That freely rend’red me these news for true.

Earl of Northumberland

39 - 40
  1. Here comes my servant Travers, who I sent
  2. On Tuesday last to listen after news.
  1. Enter Travers.

Lord Bardolph

42 - 44
  1. My lord, I overrode him on the way,
  2. And he is furnish’d with no certainties
  3. More than he haply may retail from me.

Earl of Northumberland

45
  1. Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?

Travers

46 - 60
  1. My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn’d me back
  2. With joyful tidings, and being better hors’d,
  3. Outrode me. After him came spurring hard
  4. A gentleman, almost forespent with speed,
  5. That stopp’d by me to breathe his bloodied horse.
  6. He ask’d the way to Chester, and of him
  7. I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.
  8. He told me that rebellion had bad luck,
  9. And that young Harry Percy’s spur was cold.
  10. With that he gave his able horse the head,
  11. And bending forward struck his armed heels
  12. Against the panting sides of his poor jade
  13. Up to the rowel-head, and starting so
  14. He seem’d in running to devour the way,
  15. Staying no longer question.

Earl of Northumberland

61 - 64
  1.                             Ha? Again.
  2. Said he young Harry Percy’s spur was cold?
  3. Of Hotspur, Coldspur? That rebellion
  4. Had met ill luck?

Lord Bardolph

65 - 68
  1.                   My lord, I’ll tell you what:
  2. If my young lord your son have not the day,
  3. Upon mine honor, for a silken point
  4. I’ll give my barony. Never talk of it.

Earl of Northumberland

69 - 70
  1. Why should that gentleman that rode by Travers
  2. Give then such instances of loss?

Lord Bardolph

71 - 74
  1.                                   Who, he?
  2. He was some hilding fellow that had stol’n
  3. The horse he rode on, and, upon my life,
  4. Spoke at a venter. Look, here comes more news.
  1. Enter Morton.

Earl of Northumberland

76 - 80
  1. Yea, this man’s brow, like to a title-leaf,
  2. Foretells the nature of a tragic volume.
  3. So looks the strond whereon the imperious flood
  4. Hath left a witness’d usurpation.
  5. Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?

Morton

81 - 83
  1. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord,
  2. Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask
  3. To fright our party.

Earl of Northumberland

84 - 98
  1.                      How doth my son and brother?
  2. Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek
  3. Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy arrand.
  4. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
  5. So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
  6. Drew Priam’s curtain in the dead of night,
  7. And would have told him half his Troy was burnt;
  8. But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue,
  9. And I my Percy’s death ere thou report’st it.
  10. This thou wouldst say, Your son did thus and thus;
  11. Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas”—
  12. Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds,
  13. But in the end, to stop my ear indeed,
  14. Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
  15. Ending with Brother, son, and all are dead.”

Morton

99 - 100
  1. Douglas is living, and your brother yet,
  2. But for my lord your son

Earl of Northumberland

101 - 108
  1.                           Why, he is dead.
  2. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
  3. He that but fears the thing he would not know
  4. Hath by instinct knowledge from others’ eyes
  5. That what he fear’d is chanced. Yet speak, Morton,
  6. Tell thou an earl his divination lies,
  7. And I will take it as a sweet disgrace
  8. And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.

Morton

109 - 110
  1. You are too great to be by me gainsaid,
  2. Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.

Earl of Northumberland

111 - 121
  1. Yet for all this, say not that Percy’s dead.
  2. I see a strange confession in thine eye.
  3. Thou shak’st thy head, and hold’st it fear or sin
  4. To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so;
  5. The tongue offends not that reports his death,
  6. And he doth sin that doth belie the dead,
  7. Not he which says the dead is not alive.
  8. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
  9. Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
  10. Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
  11. Rememb’red tolling a departing friend.

Lord Bardolph

122
  1. I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.

Morton

123 - 153
  1. I am sorry I should force you to believe
  2. That which I would to God I had not seen,
  3. But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
  4. Rend’ring faint quittance, wearied and outbreath’d,
  5. To Harry Monmouth, whose swift wrath beat down
  6. The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
  7. From whence with life he never more sprung up.
  8. In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire
  9. Even to the dullest peasant in his camp,
  10. Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
  11. From the best-temper’d courage in his troops,
  12. For from his metal was his party steeled,
  13. Which once in him abated, all the rest
  14. Turn’d on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
  15. And as the thing that’s heavy in itself
  16. Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed,
  17. So did our men, heavy in Hotspur’s loss,
  18. Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear
  19. That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim
  20. Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
  21. Fly from the field. Then was that noble Worcester
  22. So soon ta’en prisoner, and that furious Scot,
  23. The bloody Douglas, whose well-laboring sword
  24. Had three times slain th’ appearance of the King,
  25. Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame
  26. Of those that turn’d their backs, and in his flight,
  27. Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
  28. Is that the King hath won, and hath sent out
  29. A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
  30. Under the conduct of young Lancaster
  31. And Westmorland. This is the news at full.

Earl of Northumberland

154 - 178
  1. For this I shall have time enough to mourn;
  2. In poison there is physic, and these news,
  3. Having been well, that would have made me sick,
  4. Being sick, have (in some measure) made me well.
  5. And as the wretch whose fever-weak’ned joints,
  6. Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
  7. Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
  8. Out of his keeper’s arms, even so my limbs,
  9. Weak’ned with grief, being now enrag’d with grief,
  10. Are thrice themselves. Hence therefore, thou nice crutch!
  11. A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
  12. Must glove this hand; and hence, thou sickly coif!
  13. That art a guard too wanton for the head
  14. Which princes, flesh’d with conquest, aim to hit.
  15. Now bind my brows with iron, and approach
  16. The ragged’st hour that time and spite dare bring
  17. To frown upon th’ enrag’d Northumberland!
  18. Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not Nature’s hand
  19. Keep the wild flood confin’d! Let order die!
  20. And let this world no longer be a stage
  21. To feed contention in a ling’ring act;
  22. But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
  23. Reign in all bosoms, that each heart being set
  24. On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,
  25. And darkness be the burier of the dead!

Lord Bardolph

179
  1. This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.

Morton

180 - 197
  1. Sweet Earl, divorce not wisdom from your honor,
  2. The lives of all your loving complices
  3. Lean on your health, the which, if you give o’er
  4. To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
  5. You cast th’ event of war, my noble lord,
  6. And summ’d the accompt of chance before you said,
  7. Let us make head.” It was your presurmise
  8. That in the dole of blows your son might drop.
  9. You knew he walk’d o’er perils, on an edge,
  10. More likely to fall in than to get o’er;
  11. You were advis’d his flesh was capable
  12. Of wounds and scars; and that his forward spirit
  13. Would lift him where most trade of danger rang’d;
  14. Yet did you say, Go forth!” and none of this
  15. (Though strongly apprehended) could restrain
  16. The stiff-borne action. What hath then befall’n?
  17. Or what doth this bold enterprise bring forth
  18. More than that being which was like to be?

Lord Bardolph

198 - 204
  1. We all that are engaged to this loss
  2. Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
  3. That if we wrought out life ’twas ten to one,
  4. And yet we ventur’d for the gain propos’d,
  5. Chok’d the respect of likely peril fear’d,
  6. And since we are o’erset, venture again.
  7. Come, we will all put forth, body and goods.

Morton

205 - 227
  1. ’Tis more than time, and, my most noble lord,
  2. I hear for certain and dare speak the truth,
  3. The gentle Archbishop of York is up
  4. With well-appointed pow’rs. He is a man
  5. Who with a double surety binds his followers.
  6. My lord your son had only but the corpse’,
  7. But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
  8. For that same word, rebellion, did divide
  9. The action of their bodies from their souls,
  10. And they did fight with queasiness, constrain’d
  11. As men drink potions, that their weapons only
  12. Seem’d on our side; but for their spirits and souls,
  13. This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
  14. As fish are in a pond. But now the Bishop
  15. Turns insurrection to religion.
  16. Suppos’d sincere and holy in his thoughts,
  17. He’s follow’d both with body and with mind;
  18. And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
  19. Of fair King Richard, scrap’d from Pomfret stones;
  20. Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;
  21. Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
  22. Gasping for life under great Bullingbrook,
  23. And more and less do flock to follow him.

Earl of Northumberland

228 - 233
  1. I knew of this before, but to speak truth,
  2. This present grief had wip’d it from my mind.
  3. Go in with me, and counsel every man
  4. The aptest way for safety and revenge.
  5. Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed
  6. Never so few, and never yet more need.
  1. Exeunt.
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