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KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.
[Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of LANCASTER, EARL OF
WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and FALSTAFF]
KING HENRY IV
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How bloo|dily | the sun | begins | to peer
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Above | yon^bus|ky hill:| the day | looks^pale
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At his | distemp|erature.
PRINCE HENRY
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The south|ern wind
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Doth play | the trump|et to | his pur|poses,
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And by | his hol|low whist|ling in | the leaves,
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Foretells | a temp|est, and | a blus|tering day.
KING HENRY IV
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Then with | the lo|sers let | it sym|pathize,
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For noth|ing can / seem foul | to those | that
win.
[The trumpet sounds. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON]
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How now | my Lord | of Worce|ster? 'Tis | not
well
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That you | and I | should meet | upon | such
terms,
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As now | we meet.| You have | deceived | our
trust,
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And made | us doff | our ea|sy robes | of peace,
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To crush | our old | limbs in | ungentle steel:
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This is | not well,| my lord,| this is / not
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What say | you to it?| Will you | again | unknit
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This chur|lish knot | of all-|abhor|red war?
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And move | in that | obed|ient orb | again,
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Where you | did give | a fair | and nat|ural
light,
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And be | no more | an ex/haled me|teor,
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A pro|digy | of fear,| and a / portent
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Of broa|ched mis|chief, to the | unborn times?
EARL OF WORCESTER
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Hear me,| my liege: \\
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For mine^/own part,| I could | be well | content
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To ent|ertain | the lag-|end of | my life
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With qui|et hou|rs: for | I do | protest,
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I have | not sought | the day | of this |
dislike.
KING HENRY IV
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You have not | sought it:| how comes | it then?
FALSTAFF
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Rebel|lion lay | in his way,| and he | found it.
PRINCE HENRY
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Peace,| chewet,| peace. \\
EARL OF WORCESTER
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It pleased | your maj|esty,| to turn | your looks
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Of fav|or, from | myself,| and all | our house;
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And yet | I must | remem|ber you | my lord,
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We were | the first,| and dear|est of | your
friends:
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For you,| my staff | of of|fice did | I break
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In Rich|ard's time,| and pos|ted day | and night
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To meet | you on | the way,| and kiss | your
hand,
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When yet | you were | in place,| and in | account
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Nothing | so strong | and for|tunate,| as I;
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It was | myself,| my broth|er, and | his son,
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That brought | you home,| and bold|ly did |
outdare
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The dang|ers of | the time.| You swore | to us,
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And you | did swear | that oath | at Don|caster,
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That you | did noth|ing pur|pose against | the
state,
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Nor claim | no fur/ther, than your | new-fallen
right,
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The seat | of Gaunt,| dukedom | of Lan|caster:
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To this,| we swore | our aid:| But in / short
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It rained down for|tune sho|wering on | your
head,
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And such | a flood | of great|ness fell | on you,
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What with | our help,| what with | the ab|sent
king,
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What with | the in|juries | of a want|on time,
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The seem|ing suf|ferances | that you | had borne,
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And the | contra|rious winds | that held | the
king
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So long | in his / unluck|y I|rish wars,
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That all | in Eng|land did | repute | him dead:
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And from | this swarm | of fair | advant|ages,
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You took | occa|sion to / be quick|ly wooed,
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To grip | the gene|ral sway | into | your hand,
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Forgot | your oath | to us | at Don|caster,
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And be|ing fed | by us | you used | us so,
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As that / ungent|le gull | the cuck|oo's bird,
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Useth | the spar|row, did | oppress | our nest,
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Grew by | our feed|ing, to / so great | a bulk,
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That ev|en our love | durst^not | come^near |
your sight
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For fear | of swal|lowing:| but with nim|ble wing
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We were | enforced | for safe|ty sake,| to fly
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Out of | your sight,| and raise | this pres|ent
head,
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Whereby | we stand | oppos|ed by / such means
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As you | yourself,| have forged | against |
yourself,
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By^unkind u|sage, dang|erous count|enance,
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And vi|ola|tion of / all faith | and troth
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Sworn to | us in | your young|er ent|erprise.
KING HENRY IV
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These things indeed | you have ar|ticu|lated,
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Proclaimed | at mark|et-cros|ses, read | in
chur||ches,
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To face | the gar|ment of | rebel||lion
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With / some fine | color,| that may please | the
eye
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Of fick|le change|lings, and / poor dis|contents,
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Which gape,| and rub | the el|bow at | the news
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Of hur|ly-bur|ly in|nova|tion:
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And nev|er yet | did in|surrec|tion want
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Such wat|er-col|ors, to | impaint | his cause:
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Nor moo|dy beg|gars, star|ving for | a time
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Of pell-|mell ha/voc, and | confu|sion.
PRINCE HENRY
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In both | your arm|ies, there | is ma|ny a soul
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Shall pay | full dear/ly for | this en|counter,
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If once | they join | in trial.| Tell your |
nephew,
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The Prince | of Wales | doth join | with all |
the world
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In praise | of Hen|ry Per|cy: by | my hopes,
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This pres|ent ent|erprise | set^off | his head,
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I do | not think | a brav|er gent|leman,
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More^ac|tive, val|iant, or | more val|iant young,
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More* dar|ing, or / more bold,| is now | alive,
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To grace | this lat|ter age | with nob|le deeds.
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For my | part, I | may speak | it to | my shame,
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I have | a tru|ant been | to chi|valry,
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And so | I hear | he doth | account | me too:
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Yet this | before | my fath|er's maj|esty,
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I am | content | that he | shall take | the odds
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Of his / great name | and es|tima|tion,
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And will,| to save | the blood | on eith|er side,
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Try for/tune with | him, in | a sing|le fight.
KING HENRY IV
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And Prince | of Wales,| so dare | we vent|ure
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Albeit,| consid|era|tions in|finite
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Do make | against | it: No | good* Worce|ster,
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We love | our peo|ple well;| even those | we love
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That are | misled | upon | your cous|in's part:
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And will | they take | the of|fer of | our grace:
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Both^he,| and they,| and you;| yea,^eve|ry man
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Shall be | my friend | again,| and I'll | be his.
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So tell your | cousin,| and bring | me word,
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What he | will do.| But if | he will | not yield,
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Rebuke | and dread | correc|tion wait | on us,
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And they | shall do | their of|fice. So be |
gone,
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We will | not now | be troub|led with | reply,
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We of|fer fair,| take it | advis|edly.
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON]
PRINCE HENRY
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It will / not be | accep|ted, on | my life,
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The Doug|las and the | Hotspur*| both to|gether,
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Are con|fident | against | the world | in arms.
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Hence therefore,| every | leader | to his
charge,
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For on | their ans|wer will | we set | on them;
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And God | befriend | us, as | our cause | is
just.
[Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF]
FALSTAFF
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Hal, if | thou see | me down / in the | battle,
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And be|stride me,| so; 'tis a | point of |
friendship.
PRINCE HENRY
Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and
farewell.
FALSTAFF
I would 'twere bedtime Hal, and all well.
PRINCE HENRY
Why, thou owst heaven a death.
[Exit PRINCE HENRY]
FALSTAFF
'Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be
so forward with him, that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, honor pricks
me on. But how if honor prick me off when I come on? how then? Can
honor set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound?
no. Honor hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honor? a word. What is
in that word honor? what is that honor? air: A trim reckoning. Who hath it?
he that died on Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. 'Tis
insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
No. Why? detraction will not suffer it, therefore I'll none of it. Honor is
a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
[Exit]