The First Part of Henry the Fourth: ACT I , SCENE I. London. The palace.

The First Part of Henry the Fourth: ACT I


	Introduction

	ACT I

		SCENE I. London. The palace.

		SCENE II. London. An apartment of the Prince's.

		SCENE III. London. The palace.

	ACT II

	ACT III

	ACT IV

	ACT V

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SCENE I. London. The palace.

Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others

KING HENRY IV

      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 commenced in strands afar remote.
5     No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
      Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
      Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
      Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
      Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
10    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,
15    March all one way and be no more opposed
      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,
20    Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
      We are impressed and engaged to fight,
      Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
      Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
      To chase these pagans in those holy fields
25    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:
30    Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
      Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
      What yesternight our council did decree
      In forwarding this dear expedience.

WESTMORELAND

      My liege, this haste was hot in question,
35    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 Herefordshire to fight
40    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,
45    By those Welshwomen done as may not be
      Without much shame retold or spoken of.

KING HENRY IV

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

WESTMORELAND

      This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
50    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,
55    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
60    And pride of their contention did take horse,
      Uncertain of the issue any way.

KING HENRY IV

      Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
      Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
      Stain'd with the variation of each soil
65    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
70    On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
      Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
      To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,
      Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:
      And is not this an honourable spoil?
75    A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?

WESTMORELAND

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

KING HENRY IV

      Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
      In envy that my Lord Northumberland
80    Should be the father to so blest a son,
      A son who is the theme of honour'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,
85    See riot and dishonour stain the brow
      Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
      That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
      In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
      And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
90    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 surprised,
      To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
95    I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.

WESTMORELAND

      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.

KING HENRY IV

100   But I have sent for him to answer this;
      And for this cause awhile we must neglect
      Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
      Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
      Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:
105   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.

WESTMORELAND

I will, my liege.

Exeunt

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