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London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter King HENRY, WESTMORELAND, Sir WAL

TER BLyxt, and Others,

K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan witli

care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To he commenc'd in stronıls 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 hea

ven.

Did lately

All of one nature, of one substance bred,

meet in the intestine shock
And furious close of civil butchery,
Shall now, in mutual, well-besceming ranks,
Narch all one way; and be no more oppos'd
Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies :
The eilge of war, like an ill-sheathcd knife,

No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
As far as to the scpulcher of Christ,
(Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight,)
Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
Whose arms were moulded in their mothers'

womb
To chase these pagans , in those holy fields,
Over whose acres walk'il those blessed feet,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,
And bootless 'lis to tell you - - we will go ;
Therefore we meet not now:

Then let me

hear
Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
What yesternight our council did decrec,
In forwarding this dear expedience.

West. My Liege, this haste was hot in question,
And many limits of the charge set down
But yesternight : when, all athwart, there came
A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news;
Whose worst was,

that the noble Mortiiner, Leading the men of Herefordshire lo fight Against the irregular and wild Glendower, Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, And a thousand of his people butchered : Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse, Such beastly, shameless transformation, By those Welshwoinen done, as may not be, Without much shame, retold or spoken of. k. Hen. It seems then the tidings of this

broil Brake off our business for the holy land. West. This malch'd with other, did, my

gracious Lord;

For more uneven and unwelcome news
Came from the north, and thus it did import.
On Huly-rood day, the gallaut Hotspur there,
Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,
That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
At Holmedon met,
Where they did spend a sad anıt bloody bolir ;
As by discharge of their artillery,
And shape of likelihood the news was told;
For he that brought them, in the very heat
And pride of their contention did take horse,
Uncertain of the issue any way:
K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious

friend,
Sir Walter Blunt, new lightel from his horse,
Slaiu'd with the variation of each soil
Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
And lie hath brouglıt is smooth and welcome

Dews.

The Earl of Douglas is discomfited ;
Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
Balk'l in their own blood, did Sir Walter sce
Ou Holmedon's plains ; Of prisoners , llotspur

took
Mordate the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
To beaten Douglas ; and the Earl of Athol
of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
And is not this an honourable spoil?
A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?

West. In faith, It is a conquest for a Prince to boast of. K. Hen. Yea, there thou mak'st une said, and

mak'st me sin In

my

lord Northumberland Should be the father of so blest a son: A son, who is the theme of honour's longue ;

envy that

Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride :
Whilst J, by looking on the praise of him,
Sec riot and dishonour stain the brow
of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd,
That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd
In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
And callid mine--- Percy, his - Plantagenet !
Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
But let him froin my thoughts :- What think you

cor',
Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
Which he in this allventure hath surpriz'd,
To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
I shall have none but Mordake Earl of File.
Host. This is his uncle's teaching, this is

Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects; Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; And, for this cause, awhile we must neglect Our holy purpose to Jerusalem. Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords ; But come yourself with speed to us again; For more is to be said, and to be done, Than out of anger can be uttered. West. I will, my Liege.

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SCENE II,

The same.

Another Room in the Palace, Enter PIENRY, Prince of Wales, and FALST.4FP.

Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad 3

P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and unbultoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand ihat truly which thou would'st truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? unless hours were cups of sack, and miuntes capons, anal clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colour'd taffala; I sec no, rcason, why thou should'st be superlinous lo demand the time of the day.

Fal. Iuileed, you come near me, now Hal: for we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; and nol by Phoebus, --he, that wandering knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, when thou art King, as, God save thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have zone,)

P. Hen. What! uone?

Fal. No, hy my troch; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egs anıl butter,

P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, roundly.

Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art Hing, let not us, that are squires of the night's boily, be call'd thieves of the day's beauty ; let us be — Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the inoon : And let men say, we be micn of gooil government; being govern’ıl as the sea is, by our voble and chaste mistress the moon, under wliose countenance we - steal.

P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too: for the fortune of iis, that are the moon's men, doch ebb and flow like the sea; been govern'd as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: A purse of goli inost resolutely snatch'd

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