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KING HENRY IV.
THE FIRST PART.
The Palace in London.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. King Henry, Prince John of LANCASTER, Earl of
WESTMORELAND, Sir RICHARD VERNON, Sir
Walter BLUNT, and other Gentlemen, discovered. K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant. No more the thirsty entrants of this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs Of hostile paces: Therefore, friends, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ Forthwith a power of English shall we levy, To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, 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 twelvemonth old, And bootless 't is to tell you-we will go: Therefore we meet not now.Then let me hear
Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,
K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
West. This, match'd with other, did, my gracious
For more uneven and unwelcome news
K. Hen. Here is a dear, a true-industrious friend,
West. It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'st
me sin In envy that my lord Northumberland Should be the father of so bless'd a son: A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue ; Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, See riot and dishonour stain the brow Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, And call'd mine- Percy, his-Plantagenet ! Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. But let him from my thoughts:—What think you, Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, Which he in this adventure hath surpris’d, To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife.
West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects.
K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this ; · And, for this cause, a while we must neglect
Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
NON, Sir W. BLUNT, Gentlemen, and Earl of
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 a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day! Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds ; I see no reason, why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal: for we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; and not by Phoebus,--he, ihat wand'ring knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art king, -as, heaven save thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have none,)
P. Hen. What! none?
Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter.
P. Hen. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.
Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, be call'd thieves of the day's beauty; let us be-Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon: And let men say, we be men of good government; being govern'd as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we-steal.
P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too: for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, doth ebb and flow like the sea ; being govern'd as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now : A purse
of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing-lay by; and spent with crying—bring in : now, in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder; and, by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
Fal. By the lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is not my
hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance