I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
Be more myself.
KING HENRY IV
For all the world
As thou art to this hour was Richard then
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,
even as I was then is Percy now.
Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot,
He hath more worthy interest
to the state
Than thou the shadow of succession;
For of no right, nor colour like to right,
He doth fill fields
with harness in the realm,
Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
And, being no more in debt to years
Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
To bloody battles and to bruising arms.
never-dying honour hath he got
Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,
Whose hot incursions
and great name in arms
Holds from all soldiers chief majority
And military title capital
Through all the kingdoms
that acknowledge Christ:
Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes,
This infant warrior, in his
Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
Enlarged him and made a friend of him,
the mouth of deep defiance up
And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
And what say you to this?
The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,
Capitulate against us and
But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Which art my
near'st and dearest enemy?
Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,
Base inclination and the start
To fight against me under Percy's pay,
To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,
To show how
much thou art degenerate.
Do not think so; you shall not find it so:
And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
good thoughts away from me!
I will redeem all this on Percy's head
And in the closing of some glorious
Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
When I will wear a garment all of blood
And stain my favours
in a bloody mask,
Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it:
And that shall be the day, whene'er
That this same child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
For every honour sitting on his helm,
Would they were multitudes,
and on my head
My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
That I shall make this northern youth
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
To engross up glorious
deeds on my behalf;
And I will call him to so strict account,
That he shall render every glory up,
the slightest worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
This, in the name of God,
I promise here:
The which if He be pleased I shall perform,
I do beseech your majesty may salve
long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
And I will die a hundred
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
KING HENRY IV
A hundred thousand rebels die in this:
Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
SIR WALTER BLUNT
So hath the business that I come to speak of.
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
and the English rebels met
The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury
A mighty and a fearful head they
If promises be kept on every hand,
As ever offer'd foul play in the state.
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