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    Henry IV Part 1

    by William Shakespeare
    MFFE script v5.20 CloudReader v1.05
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  • Act Three Scene Two

    A3S1>>>all my heart.
    Enter the King, Prince of Wales, and others.
    A3S1--- all my heart.
    King Henry IV.
    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.
    >>>need of you.
    Exeunt Lords.
    I know not whether Heaven 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 marked
    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 matched withal and grafted too,
    Accompany the greatness of thy blood
    And hold their level with thy Princely heart?
    --- thy Princely heart?
    Prince Hal.
    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 charged withal.
    Yet such extenuation let me beg
    As, in reproof of many Tales devised,
    Which oft the Ear of Greatness needs must hear,
    By smiling Pickthanks and base Newsmongers,
    I may for some things true, wherein my youth
    Hath faulty wandered and irregular,
    Find pardon on my true submission.
    --- my true submission.
    King Henry IV.
    Heaven 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 ruined, and the Soul of every man
    Prophetically do forethink thy fall.
    Had I so lavish of my presence been,
    So common-hackneyed 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 wondered at,
    That men would tell their Children, 'This is he!'
    Others would say; 'Where? Which is Bolingbroke?'
    And then I stole all Courtesy from Heaven
    And dressed 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 I did keep my Person fresh and new,
    My Presence like a Robe Pontifical,
    Ne'er seen but wondered at; and so my State,
    Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a Feast
    And won 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,
    Enfeoffed 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 Sun-like Majesty,
    When it shines seldom in admiring Eyes,
    But rather drowsed and hung their eyelids down,
    Slept in his Face, and rendered such aspect
    As Cloudy men use to do to their adversaries,
    Being with his presence glutted, gorged, 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 desired to see thee more,
    Which now doth that I would not have it do,
    Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
    --- with foolish tenderness.
    Prince Hal.
    I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious Lord,
    Be more myself.
    --- 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 Ravenspur,
    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 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 than thou,
    Leads ancient Lords and reverend Bishops on
    To bloody Battles and to bruising Arms.
    What 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 the Hotspur, Mars in swathing Clothes,
    This Infant Warrior, in his Enterprises
    Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
    Enlarged 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.
    --- thou art degenerate.
    Prince Hal.
    Do not think so, you shall not find it so;
    And Heaven forgive them, that so much have swayed
    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 favours in a bloody Mask,
    Which washed away shall scour my shame with it.
    And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
    That this same Child of Honour and Renown,
    This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised Knight,
    And your 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 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 Heaven, I promise here:
    The which, if I perform, and do survive,
    I do beseech your Majesty may salve
    The long-grown Wounds of my intemperance.
    If not, the end of Life cancels all Bonds,
    And I will die a hundred thousand Deaths
    Ere break the smallest parcel of this Vow.
    --- of this Vow.
    King Henry IV.
    A hundred thousand Rebels die in this.
    Thou shalt have Charge and sovereign trust herein.
    >>>sovereign trust herein.
    Enter Blunt.
    How now, good Blunt? Thy Looks are full of speed.
    --- full of speed.
    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 offered foul play in a State.
    --- in a State.
    King Henry IV.
    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, thou shalt 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.
    >>>while men delay.
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