with the life and Death of HENRY
Sirnamed HOT‑SPVRRE.
Westmerland, with others.
Mortimer,
Glendower,
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<head rend="italic center">Actus Primus. Scԓna Prima.</head>
<head type="supplied">[Act 1, Scene 1]</head>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the King, Lord Iohn of Lancaster, Earle of
<lb/>Westmerland, with others.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic center">King.</speaker>
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<c rend="decoratedCapital">S</c>O shaken as we are, so wan with care,</l>
<l n="2">Find we a time for frighted peace to pant</l>
<l n="3">And breathe shortwinded accents of new broils</l>
<l n="4">To be commenc'd in Stronds a‑farre remote:</l>
<l n="5">No more the thirsty entrance of this Soile,</l>
<l n="6">Shall daub her lippes with her owne childrens blood:</l>
<l n="7">No more shall trenching Warre channell her fields,</l>
<l n="8">Nor bruise her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes</l>
<l n="9">Of hostile paces. Those opposed eyes,</l>
<l n="10">Which, like the Meteors of a troubled Heauen,</l>
<l n="11">All of one Nature, of one Substance bred,</l>
<l n="12">Did lately meet in the intestine shocke,</l>
<l n="13">And furious cloze of ciuill Butchery,</l>
<l n="14">Shall now in mutuall well‑beseeming rankes</l>
<l n="15">March all one way, and be no more oppos'd</l>
<l n="16">Against Acquaintance, Kindred, and Allies.</l>
<l n="17">The edge of Warre, like an ill‑sheathed knife,</l>
<l n="18">No more shall cut his master. Therefore Friends,</l>
<l n="19">As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ,</l>
<l n="20">Whose Souldier now vnder whose blessed Crosse</l>
<l n="21">We are impressed and ingag'd to fight,</l>
<l n="22">Forthwith a power of English shall we leuie,</l>
<l n="23">Whose armes were moulded in their mothers wombe,</l>
<l n="24">To chase these pagans in those holy Fields,</l>
<l n="25">Ouer whose acres walk'd those blessed feete</l>
<l n="26">Which fourteene hundred yeares ago were nail'd</l>
<l n="27">For our aduantage on the bitter Crosse.</l>
<l n="28">But this our purpose is a tweluemonth old,</l>
<l n="29">And bootlesse 'tis to tell you we will go:</l>
<l n="30">Therefore we meete not now. Then let me heare</l>
<l n="31">Of you my gentle Cousin Westmerland,</l>
<l n="32">What yesternight our Councell did decree,</l>
<l n="33">In forwarding this deare expedience.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="34">My Liege: This haste was hot in question,</l>
<l n="35">And many limits of the Charge set downe</l>
<l n="36">But yesternight: when all athwart there came</l>
<l n="37">A Post from Wales, loaden with heauy Newes;</l>
<l n="38">Whose worst was, That the Noble<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>,</l>
<l n="39">Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight</l>
<l n="40">Against the irregular and wilde<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>,</l>
<l n="41">Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,</l>
<l n="42">And a thousand of his people butchered:</l>
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<l n="43">Vpon whose dead corpes there was such misuse,</l>
<l n="44">Such beastly, shamelesse transformation,</l>
<l n="45">By those Welshwomen done, as may not be</l>
<l n="46">(Without much shame) re‑told or spoken of.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="47">It seems then that the tidings of this broile,</l>
<l n="48">Brake off our businesse for the Holy land.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="49">This matcht with other like, my gracious Lord,</l>
<l n="50">Farre more vneuen and vnwelcome Newes</l>
<l n="51">Came from the North, and thus it did report:</l>
<l n="52">On Holy‑roode Day, the gallant<hi rend="italic">Hotspurre</hi>there,</l>
<l n="53">Young<hi rend="italic">Harry Percy</hi>, and braue<hi rend="italic">Archibald</hi>,</l>
<l n="54">That euer‑valiant and approoued Scot,</l>
<l n="55">At<hi rend="italic">Holmeden</hi>met, where they did spend</l>
<l n="56">a sad and bloody houre:</l>
<l n="57">As by discharge of their Artillerie,</l>
<l n="58">And shape of likely‑hood the newes was told;</l>
<l n="59">For he that brought them, in the very heate</l>
<l n="60">And pride of their contention did take horse,</l>
<l n="61">Vncertaine of the issue any way.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="62">Heere is a deere, and true industrious friend,</l>
<l n="63">Sir<hi rend="italic">Walter Blunt</hi>, new lighted from his Horse,</l>
<l n="64">Strain'd with the variation of each soyle,</l>
<l n="65">Betwixt that<hi rend="italic">Holmoden</hi>and this Seat of ours:</l>
<l n="66">And he hath brought vs smooth and welcomes newes.</l>
<l n="67">The Earle of<hi rend="italic">Dowglas</hi>is discomfited,</l>
<l n="68">Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty Knights</l>
<l n="69">Balk'd in their owne blood did Sir<hi rend="italic">Walter</hi>see</l>
<l n="70">On<hi rend="italic">Holmedons</hi>Plaines. Of Prisoners,<hi rend="italic">Hotspurre</hi>tooke</l>
<l n="71">
<hi rend="italic">Mordake</hi>Earle of Fife, and eldest sonne</l>
<l n="72">To beaten<hi rend="italic">Dowglas</hi>, and the Earle of<hi rend="italic">Atholl</hi>,</l>
<l n="73">Of Murry,<hi rend="italic">Angus</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Menteith</hi>.</l>
<l n="74">And is not this an honourable spoyle?</l>
<l n="75">A gallant prize? Ha Cosin, is it not? Infaith it is.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="76">A Conquest for a prince to boast of.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hn4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="77">Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, & mak'st me sin,</l>
<l n="78">In enuy that my Lord Northumberland</l>
<l n="79">Should be the Father of so blest a Sonne:</l>
<l n="80">A Sonne, who is the Theame of Honors tongue;</l>
<l n="81">Among'st a Groue, the very straightest Plant,</l>
<l n="82">Who is sweet Fortunes Minion, and her Pride:</l>
<l n="83">Whil'st I by looking on the praise of him,</l>
<l n="84">See Ryot and Dishonor staine the brow</l>
<l n="85">Of my yong<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>. O that it could be prou'd,</l>
<l n="86">That some Night‑tripping‑Faiery, had exchang'd</l>
<l n="87">In Cradle‑clothes, our Children where they lay,</l>
<l n="88">And call'd mine<hi rend="italic">
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<orig>Perey</orig>
<corr>Percy</corr>
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</hi>, his<hi rend="italic">Plantagenet:</hi>
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<l n="89">Then would I haue his<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, and he mine:</l>
<l n="90">But let him from my thoughts. What thinke you Coze</l>
<l n="91">Of this young<hi rend="italic">Percies</hi>pride? The Prisoners</l>
<l n="92">Which he in this aduenture hath surpriz'd,</l>
<l n="93">To his owne vse he keepes, and sends me word</l>
<l n="94">I shall haue none but<hi rend="italic">Mordake</hi>Earle of<hi rend="italic">Fife</hi>.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="95">This is his Vnckles teaching. This is Worcester</l>
<l n="96">Maleuolent to you in all Aspects:</l>
<l n="97">Which makes him prune himselfe, and bristle vp</l>
<l n="98">The crest of Youth against your Dignity.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hn4">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="99">But I haue sent for him to answer this:</l>
<l n="100">And for this cause a‑while we must neglect</l>
<l n="101">Our holy purpose to Ierusalem.</l>
<l n="102">Cosin, on Wednesday next, our Councell we will hold</l>
<l n="103">At Windsor, and so informe the Lords:</l>
<l n="104">But come your selfe with speed to vs againe,</l>
<l n="105">For more is to be said, and to be done,</l>
<l n="106">Then out of anger can be vttered.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-wes">
<speaker rend="italic">West.</speaker>
<l n="107">I will my Liege.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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