PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Fourth. Henry, Prince of Wales, } sons to the King. friends to the King. Prince John of Lancaster, Thomas Percy, Earl of Worcester. Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland: Archibald, Earl of Douglas. Owen Glendower. Sir Richard Vernon. Sir John Falstaff. Poins Gadshill. Peto. Bardolph. Lady Percy, wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer. Mrs. Quickly, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants. SCENE, England. FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV. ACT I. SCENE I. LONDON. A ROOM IN THE PALACE. Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Others. K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. No more the thirsty Erinnys 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: those opposed eyes, Which,—like the meteors of a troubled heaven, All of one nature, of one substance bred, Did lately meet in the intestine shock And furious close of civil butchery, Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks, B March all one way; and be no more oppos'd Therefore, friends, As far as to the sepulcher of Christ, (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross 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 lord; For more uneven and unwelcome news Came from the north, and thus it did import. Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; And shape of likelihood, the news was told; K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious friend, Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Stain'd with the variation of each soil Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, West. In faith, 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 A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. Malevolent to you in all aspects; Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this: Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we |