THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH. ACT I. SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY, WESTMORELAND, Sir Walter BLUNT, and others. King Henry. O shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of To be commenced in strands afar remote. No more shall trenching war channel her fields, Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, And furious close of civil butchery, Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks, As far as to the sepulchre 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, Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, West. My liege, this haste was hot in ques tion, And many limits of the charge set down By those Welshwomen done, as may not be, 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: On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, That ever-valiant and approved Scot, At Holmedon met, Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; As by discharge of their artillery, 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; And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news: The earl of Douglas is discomfited: Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty knights, Balk'd in their own blood, did sir Walter see On Holmedon's plains: of prisoners, Hotspur took Mordake earl of Fife, and eldest son To beaten Douglas; and the earl of Athol, And is not this an honourable spoil? 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 Of my young Harry. O, that it could be proved, That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners, 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 Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we Will hold at Windsor ;-so inform the lords; But come yourself with speed to us again ; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. An apartment of the Prince's. Enter HENRY PRINCE OF WALES, and Falstaff. Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffata, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day. Hal: Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, for we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven stars; and not by Phoebus,—he, that wandering knight so fair. And, I pr'ythee, sweet wag, when thou art king,-as, God save thy grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt have none,)— P. Hen. What! none? Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. P. Hen. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. |