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Henry IV part one

Act IV, Scene 1

The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
 
[Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS]
 
HOTSPUR
             ,        ,       ,         ,         ,
      Well said,| my nob|le Scot,| if speak|ing truth
                  ,   ,          ,       ,      ,
      In this / fine age,| were not | thought flat/tery,
            ,     ,         ,           ,        ,
      Such^at|tribu|tion should | the Doug|las have,
          ,       ,        ,         ,          ,
      As not | a sol|dier of | this seas|on's stamp,
              ,        ,       ,          ,            ,
      Should go | so gene|ral cur|rent through | the world.
            x        ,        ,       ,      ,
      By heaven | I can|not flat|ter: I | defy
             ,           ,         ,       ,        ,
      The tongues | of sooth|ers. But | a brav|er place
                 ,      ,          ,    ,               ,
      In my / heart's love,| hath no | man than | yourself.
       T     T   T     2     ,        ,          ,
      Nay, task me | to my word:| approve | me lord.
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
        ,     2        ,        ,
      Thou art the | king of | honor:  \\
          ,        ,          ,        ,           ,
      No man | so pot|ent breathes | upon | the ground,
       ,   2         ,
      But I will | beard him.  \\
 
[Enter a Messenger with letters]
 
HOTSPUR
       ,            ,      ,           ,          ,
      Do so,| and 'tis | well. What | letters | hast there?
         ,          ,         2
      I can | but thank | you.
 
MESSENGER
                                        x        ,                ,       ->
                               These letters | come from | your fath||er.
 
HOTSPUR
         x            ,
      Letters | from him?
                                ,         ,         ,
                          Why comes | he not | himself?
 
MESSENGER
          ,        ,         ,
      He can|not come,| my lord,
                                    2     ,         ,
                                  He is griev|ous sick.
 
HOTSPUR
       ,    ,              ,         .  T   T   T
      How? Has / he the | leisure | to be sick now,
           ,        ,         ,           ,           x
      In such | a rust|ling time?| Who* leads | his power?
       ,             ,       ,      ,            ,
      Under | whose^gov|ernment | come they | along?
 
MESSENGER
           ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      His let|ters bear | his mind,| not I | his mind.
 
EARL OF WORCESTER
          ,        ,          ,         ,         ,
      I prith|ee tell | me, doth | he keep | his bed?
 
MESSENGER
          ,         ,      T    T   T     2      ,
      He did,| my lord,| four days ere | I set forth:
           ,         ,        ,      ,          ,
      And at | the time | of my | depart|ure thence,
                 ,     ,         ,       ,     ,
      He was / much feared | by his | physi|cians.
 
EARL OF WORCESTER
          ,           ,          ,          ,            ,
      I would | the state | of time | had first | been whole,
           ,        ,        ,          ,    ,
      Ere he | by sick|ness had | been vis|ited:
             ,          ,      ,        ,           ,
      His health | was nev|er bet|ter worth | than now.
 
HOTSPUR
        T   T     T      ,            ,            2    ,
      Sick now? Droop | now? This | sickness | doth infect
           ,      ,     ,             ,      ,
      The ve|ry life-|blood of | our ent|erprise,
             ,        ,       ,           ,    ,
      'Tis catch|ing hith|er, ev|en to / our camp.
       T    T    T     ,           ,         ,
      He writes me | here, that | inward | sickness,
            ,           ,          ,    ,    ,
      And that | his friends | by dep|uta|tion
             ,       ,       ,         ,       ,        ,
      Could not so soon be drawn: nor did he think it meet,  ????
          ,        ,      ,          ,        ,
      To lay | so dang|erous | and dear | a trust
         ,      ,        ,          ,        ,
      On an|y soul | removed,| but on | his own.
            ,         ,         ,       ,        ,
      Yet doth | he give | us bold | advert|isement,
             ,          ,          ,        ,           ,
      That with | our small | conjunc|tion we | should on,
          ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      To see | how for|tune is | disposed | to us:
       ,              ,            ,        ,        ,
      For, as | he writes,| there^is | no quail|ing now,
          ,           ,        ,       ,         ,
      Because | the king | is cert|ainly | possessed
          ,         ,     ,          ,          x
      Of all | our pur|poses.| What say | you to it?
 
EARL OF WORCESTER
            ,          ,        ,       ,        ,
      Your fath|er's sick|ness is | a maim | to us.
 
HOTSPUR
         ,   2      ,       ,      ,            ,
      A per|ilous gash,| a ve|ry limb | lopped^off:
           ,         ,       2    ,         ,         ,
      And yet,| in faith,| it is not | his pres|ent want
              ,          ,             x
      Seems^more | than we | shall find it.
      <-    2     ,         ,            ,     ,         ,           ,
        Were it good,|| to set | the ex/act wealth | of all | our states
       T   .  T    T        ,         ,        ,
      All at one cast?| To set | so rich | a main
                 ,   ,            ,    ,         ,
      On the / nice haz|ard of / one doubt|ful hour,
                 ,    ,          ,         ,          ,
      It were / not good:| for there|in should | we read
           ,     ,        ,          ,         ,
      The ve|ry bot|tom, and | the soul | of hope,
           ,      ,         ,     ,        ,
      The ve|ry list,| the ve|ry ut|most^bound
          ,         ,
      Of all | our for|tunes.
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
                               ,          ,         ,
                             Faith,| and so | we should,
             ,        ,         ,        ,     ,
      Where now | remains | a sweet | rever|sion.
       ,         ,        ,       ,         __
      We may | boldly | spend, u|pon the | hope
           ,     ,            ,
      Of what | is to | come^in:  \\
         ,        ,       ,         ,          ,
      A com|fort of | retire|ment lives | in this.
 
HOTSPUR
         ,       ,        ,        ,      ,
      A ren|dezvous,| a home | to fly | unto,
           ,          x      ,         T     T   T
      If that | the devil | and mis|chance look big
        ,         ,       ,        ,        ,
      Upon | the maid|enhead | of our | affairs.
 
EARL OF WORCESTER
           ,        ,           ,              ,    ,
      But yet | I would | your fath|er had / been here:
           ,     ,         ,        ,        ,
      The qual|ity | and hair | of our | attempt
         T    T  . T        ,     T   T    T
      Brooks no divis|ion: it | will be thought
           ,           ,     ,   ,              ,
      By some,| that know | not why / he is | away,
            ,        ,     ,         ,         ,
      That wis|dom, loy|alty,| and mere | dislike
          ,        ,           ,          ,           ,
      Of our | proceed|ings, kept | the earl | from hence.
            ,           ,        ,     ,     ,
      And think,| how such | an ap|prehen|sion
             ,          ,         ,       ,     ,
      May* turn | the tide | of fear|ful fac|tion,
            ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
      And breed | a kind | of ques|tion in | our cause:
            ,          ,     ,           ,   2      ,
      For well | you know,| we of | the of|fering side,
             ,       ,            ,        ,      ,
      Must keep | aloof | from strict | arbit|rement,
       .    T   T    T      ,             ,            ,
      And stop all sight-|holes, eve|ry loop,| from whence
           ,        ,             ,   ,       x
      The eye | of reas|on may / pry in | upon us:
            ,   ,     2        ,           ,        ,
      This ab|sence of your | father's | draws a | curtain,
             ,          ,     ,        ,         ,
      That shows | the ig|norant | a kind | of fear,
          ,           ,        2
      Before | not dreamt | of.
 
HOTSPUR
                                       ,          ,
                                You strain | too far.
         ,       ,        ,         ,          ,
      I rath|er of | his ab|sence make | this use:
           ,          x           ,      ,      ,
      It lends | a luster,| and more | great o|pinion,
          ,       ,                ,    ,      ,
      A larg|er dare | to your / great ent|erprise,
            ,         ,           ,         ,           ,
      Than if | the earl | were here:| for men | must think,
          ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      If we | without | his help,| can make | a head
           ,        ,         ,         ,          ,
      To push | against | a king|dom; with | his help,
           ,          ,        ,      ,       ,
      We shall | oreturn | it top|sy-tur|vy down:
       .   T    T    T         ,           ,           ,
      Yet^all goes well,| yet all | our joints | are whole.
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
           ,           ,
      As heart | can think:  \\
                  ,    ,        ,      ,     2       ,
      There is / not such | a word | spoke of in | Scotland,
       ,          ,         __
      As this | dream of | fear.  \\
 
[Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON]
 
HOTSPUR
          ,       ,        ,        ,        ,
      My cous|in Ver|non, wel|come by | my soul.
 
VERNON
             ,         ,         ,        ,          ,
      Pray* God | my news | be worth | a wel|come, lord.
            ,      2      ,         ,       ,          ,
      The Earl | of Westmore|land, sev|en thous|and strong,
          ,         ,       ,       T     T     T
      Is march|ing hith|erwards,| with Prince John.
 
HOTSPUR
           ,           ,
      No harm:| what more?
 
VERNON
                                 ,       ,           ,
                           And furth|er, I | have learned,
            ,         ,        ,            ,    ,
      The king | himself | in pers|on is / set forth,
          ,       ,        ,        ,     ,
      Or hith|erwards | intend|ed spee|dily,
              ,           ,      ,     ,    ,
      With strong | and migh|ty pre|para|tion.
 
HOTSPUR
           ,         ,        ,
      He shall | be wel|come too.
                                     ,             ,
                                   Where is | his son,
           ,       ,       ,   T      T    .   T
      The nim|ble-foot|ed mad|cap, Prince of Wales,
                 ,   ,             ,           ,        ,
      And his / comrades,| that daffed | the world | aside,
           ,         ,
      And bid | it pass?
 
VERNON
                              ,           ,         ,
                         All furn|ished, all | in arms,
             ,           ,      ,           ,          ,
      All plumed | like est|ridges,| that with | the wind
       ,             ,        ,        ,        ,
      Baited | like eag|les, hav|ing late|ly bathed,
        ,   2          ,        ,          ,    ,
      Glittering | in gold|en coats,| like im|ages,
           ,        ,       ,         ,         ,
      As full | of spir|it as | the month | of May,
           ,         ,        ,        ,   ,
      And gor|geous as | the sun | at mid|summer,
       ,            ,         ,       T   .   T     T
      Wanton | as youth|ful goats,| wild as young bulls.
         ,      ,    ,                  ,      ,
      I saw | young Har/ry with | his beav|er on,
            ,      ,          ,      ,           ,
      His cush|es on | his thighs,| gallant|ly armed,
        ,                ,            ,         ,     ,
      Rise from | the ground | like feath|ered Mer|cury,
            ,               ,    ,     ,           ,
      And vault|ed with / such ease | into | his seat,
          ,       ,        ,        ,                ,
      As if | an ang|el dropped | down from | the clouds,
           ,          ,       ,      ,    ,
      To turn | and wind | a fie|ry Peg|asus,
            ,           ,           ,       ,        ,
      And witch | the world | with nob|le horse|manship.
 
HOTSPUR
           ,         ,
      No more,| no more,
                          ,               ,         ,
                        worse than | the sun | in March:
              ,           ,       ,         ,           ,
      This praise | doth nour|ish ag|ues:* Let | them come.
             ,      T   T  . T      ,           ,
      They come | like sacrifi|ces in | their trim,
       ,    2        T    T    T        ,      ,
      And to the | fire-eyed maid | of smo|ky war,
       T   T    .    T          ,        ,       ,
      All hot, and bleed|ing, will | we of|fer them:
            ,       ,      ,             ,      ,
      The mail|ed Mars | shall on | his al|tar sit
       ,            ,         ,     ,           ,
      Up to | the ears | in blood.| I am | on fire,
           ,           ,       ,            ,   ,
      To hear | this rich | repris|al is / so nigh,
           ,          ,      ,              ,         ,
      And yet | not ours.| Come, let | me take | my horse,
           ,        ,         ,        ,       ,
      Who is | to bear | me like | a thund|erbolt,
          ,          ,      ,          ,          ,
      Against | the bos|om of | the Prince | of Wales.
       ,          ,        ,           ,          ,
      Harry | to Har|ry, shall | not horse | to horse
        ,                 ,          ,      T    T  .   T
      Meet, and | nere* part,| till one | drop down a corse:
       ,      2       ,             ,
      Oh, that *Glen|dower | were come.
 
VERNON
                                                    ,    ,
                                       There is / more news:
           ,           ,          ,       ,       ,
      I learned | in Worce|ster, as | I rode | along,
          ,        ,          x            ,          ,
      He can|not draw | his power | this four|teen* days.
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
         ,           ,    ,                  ,        ,
      That's the | worst tid/ings that | I hear | of yet.
 
WORCESTER
       ,            ,            ,         ,       ,
      Aye by | my faith,| that bears | a fros|ty sound.
 
HOTSPUR
        ,              ,        T     Tx     T        ,
      What may | the king's | whole battle reach | unto?
 
VERNON
           ,       ,
      To thir|ty thous|and.
 
HOTSPUR
                            ,      ,        ,
                           For|ty let | it be,
          ,              ,   x       2     ,      ,
      My fath|er and / Glendower | being both | away,
             x         ,         ,          ,        ,
      The powers | of us,| may serve | so great | a day.
        ,              ,        ,       ,     ,
      Come, let | us take | a must|er speed|ily:
        T   T   .   T         ,     ,   ,
      Doomsday is near;| die^all,| die mer/rily.
 
EARL OF DOUGLAS
        T   T   .  T      ,       ,         ,
      Talk not of dy|ing, I | am out | of fear
           ,           ,        ,      2        T    T    T
      Of death,| or death's | hand, for this | one-half year.
 
[Exeunt]

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