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KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
Sons to the King.
LADY PERCY, Wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mor
timer. LADY MORTIMER, Daughter to Glendower, and
Wife to Mortimer. MRS. QUICKLY, Hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Draw
ers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants.
FIRST PART OF
KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter KING HENRY, WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT,
and others. King Henry. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find me a time for frighted peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenced in stronds afar remote. No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flow'rets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, Which — like the meteors of a troubled heaven, All of one nature, of one substance bredDid lately meet in the intestine shock And furious close of civil butchery, Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, 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, (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 mother's womb, To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, Over whose acres walked those blessed feet, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nailed,
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,
K. Hen. It seems, that the tidings of this broil
West. This, matched with other, did, my gracious lord; For more uneven and unwelcome news Came from the north, and thus it did import. On Holyrood-day, the gallant Hotspur there, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, That ever-valiant and approved Scot, 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 And pride of their contention, did take horse, Uncertain of the issue any way.
K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious friend, Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Stained with the variation of each soil 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, Balked in their own blood, did sir Walter see On Ilolmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took Mordake the earl of Fife, and eldest son To beaten Douglas, and the earls of Athol,
Of Murray, Angus, and Monteith.
West. In faith,
K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'st me sin
West. This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,
K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this;
Another Room in the Palace.
Enter HENRY, Prince of Wales, and FALSTAFF. Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad ?
P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. What the devil hast