Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act III, Scene 2
London . The palace .
- Enter the King , Prince of Wales , Lords , and others .
King Henry IV
1 - 17- Lords , give us leave , the Prince of Wales and I
- Must have some private conference , but be near at hand ,
- For we shall presently have need of you .
- Exeunt Lords .
- I know not whether God will have it so
- For some displeasing service I have done ,
- That in his secret doom , out of my blood
- He’ll breed revengement and a scourge for me ;
- But thou dost in thy passages of life
- Make me believe that thou art only mark’d
- For the hot vengeance , and the rod of heaven ,
- To punish my mistreadings . Tell me else ,
- Could such inordinate and low desires ,
- Such poor , such bare , such lewd , such mean attempts ,
- Such barren pleasures , rude society ,
- As thou art match’d withal and grafted to ,
- Accompany the greatness of thy blood ,
- And hold their level with thy princely heart ?
Prince Henry
18 - 28- So please your Majesty , I would I could
- Quit all offenses with as clear excuse
- As well as I am doubtless I can purge
- Myself of many I am charg’d withal ;
- Yet such extenuation let me beg
- As in reproof of many tales devis’d ,
- Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear
- By smiling pick - thanks and base newsmongers ,
- I may for some things true , wherein my youth
- Hath faulty wand’red and irregular ,
- Find pardon on my true submission .
King Henry IV
29 - 91- God pardon thee ! Yet let me wonder , Harry ,
- At thy affections , which do hold a wing
- Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors .
- Thy place in Council thou hast rudely lost ,
- Which by thy younger brother is supplied ,
- And art almost an alien to the hearts
- Of all the court and princes of my blood ;
- The hope and expectation of thy time
- Is ruin’d , and the soul of every man
- Prophetically do forethink thy fall .
- Had I so lavish of my presence been ,
- So common - hackney’d in the eyes of men ,
- So stale and cheap to vulgar company ,
- Opinion , that did help me to the crown ,
- Had still kept loyal to possession ,
- And left me in reputeless banishment ,
- A fellow of no mark nor likelihood .
- By being seldom seen , I could not stir
- But like a comet I was wond’red at ,
- That men would tell their children , “ This is he ”;
- Others would say , “ Where , which is Bullingbrook ?”
- And then I stole all courtesy from heaven ,
- And dress’d myself in such humility
- That I did pluck allegiance from men’s hearts ,
- Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths ,
- Even in the presence of the crowned King .
- Thus did I keep my person fresh and new ,
- My presence , like a robe pontifical ,
- Ne’er seen but wond’red at , and so my state ,
- Seldom but sumptuous , show’d like a feast ,
- And wan by rareness such solemnity .
- The skipping King , he ambled up and down ,
- With shallow jesters , and rash bavin wits ,
- Soon kindled and soon burnt , carded his state ,
- Mingled his royalty with cap’ring fools ,
- Had his great name profaned with their scorns ,
- And gave his countenance , against his name ,
- To laugh at gibing boys , and stand the push
- Of every beardless vain comparative ,
- Grew a companion to the common streets ,
- Enfeoff’d himself to popularity ,
- That , being daily swallowed by men’s eyes ,
- They surfeited with honey and began
- To loathe the taste of sweetness , whereof a little
- More than a little is by much too much .
- So when he had occasion to be seen ,
- He was but as the cuckoo is in June ,
- Heard , not regarded ; seen , but with such eyes
- As , sick and blunted with community ,
- Afford no extraordinary gaze ,
- Such as is bent on sunlike majesty
- When it shines seldom in admiring eyes ;
- But rather drows’d and hung their eyelids down ,
- Slept in his face and rend’red such aspect
- As cloudy men use to their adversaries ,
- Being with his presence glutted , gorg’d , and full .
- And in that very line , Harry , standest thou ,
- For thou hast lost thy princely privilege
- With vile participation . Not an eye
- But is a - weary of thy common sight ,
- Save mine , which hath desir’d to see thee more ,
- Which now doth that I would not have it do ,
- Make blind itself with foolish tenderness .
Prince Henry
92 - 93- I shall hereafter , my thrice - gracious lord ,
- Be more myself .
King Henry IV
94 - 129- For all the world
- As thou art to this hour was Richard then
- When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh ,
- And 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 color 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 than thou ,
- Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
- To bloody battles and to bruising arms .
- What never - dying honor 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 enterprises
- Discomfited great Douglas , ta’en him once ,
- Enlarg’d him and made a friend of him ,
- To fill the mouth of deep defiance up ,
- And shake the peace and safety of our throne .
- And what say you to this ? Percy , Northumberland ,
- The Archbishop’s grace of York , Douglas , Mortimer ,
- Capitulate against us , and are up .
- But wherefore do I tell these news to thee ?
- Why , Harry , do I tell thee of my foes ,
- Which art my nearest and dearest enemy ?
- Thou that art like enough , through vassal fear ,
- Base inclination , and the start of spleen ,
- To fight against me under Percy’s pay ,
- To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns ,
- To show how much thou art degenerate .
Prince Henry
130 - 160- Do not think so , you shall not find it so ,
- And God forgive them that so much have sway’d
- Your Majesty’s good thoughts away from me !
- I will redeem all this on Percy’s head ,
- And in the closing of some glorious day
- Be bold to tell you that I am your son ,
- When I will wear a garment all of blood ,
- And stain my favors in a bloody mask ,
- Which wash’d away shall scour my shame with it .
- And that shall be the day , when e’er it lights ,
- That this same child of honor and renown ,
- This gallant Hotspur , this all - praised knight ,
- And your unthought - of Harry chance to meet .
- For every honor 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 exchange
- 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 ,
- Yea , even 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 pleas’d I shall perform ,
- I do beseech your Majesty may salve
- The long - grown wounds of my intemperance .
- If not , the end of life cancels all bands ,
- And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
- Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow .
King Henry IV
161 - 163- A hundred thousand rebels die in this .
- Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein .
- Enter Blunt .
- How now , good Blunt ? Thy looks are full of speed .
Blunt
164 - 170- So hath the business that I come to speak of .
- Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
- That Douglas and the English rebels met
- The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury .
- A mighty and a fearful head they are ,
- If promises be kept on every hand ,
- As ever off’red foul play in a state .
King Henry IV
171 - 181- The Earl of Westmorland set forth today ,
- With him my son , Lord John of Lancaster ,
- For this advertisement is five days old .
- On Wednesday next , Harry , you shall set forward ,
- On Thursday we ourselves will march . Our meeting
- Is Bridgenorth . And , Harry , you shall march
- Through Gloucestershire ; by which account ,
- Our business valued , some twelve days hence
- Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet .
- Our hands are full of business , let’s away ,
- Advantage feeds him fat while men delay .
- Exeunt .