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The First Part of

With the Life and Death of

HENRY Sirnamed Hot-Spur.


Enter King Henry, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl

of Westmorland, and others..

O shaken as we are, so wan with Care,
Find we a time for frighted Peace to pant,
And breathe shore winded accents of new

To be commenc'd in Stronds afar remote:

No more the thirsty Entrails of this Soil
Shall damb her Lips with her own Childrens 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 Heav'n,
All of one Nature, of one Substance bred,
Did lately meet in the intestine shock,




And furious close of civil Butchery,
Shall now in mutual well-beseeming Ranks
March all one way, and be no more oppos'd
Against Acquaintance, Kindred, and Allies ;
The edge of War, like an ill-fheathed Knife,
No more shall cut his Master. Therefore, Friends,
As far as to the Sepulchre of Christ,
Whose Soldier now, under whose blessed Cross
We are impressed, and engag'd to fight;
Forthwith a Power of Englise Thall we levy,
Whose Arms were moulded in their Mother's Womb
To chase these Pagans in those holy Fields,
Over whose Acres walk'd those blessed Feet
Which fourteen hundred Years ago were naild
For our Advantage on the bitter Cross.
But this our purpose is a Twelvemonth old,
And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go :
Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hiear
Of you my gentle Cousin Westmorland,
What yesternight our Council did decree,
In forwarding this dear Expedience.

West. My Liege, this hafte was hot in question,
And many limits of the Charge set dowri
But yesternight: When all athwart there came
A Post from Wales, loaden with heavy News;
Whoe worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
Leading the Men of Hereford fire to 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, in
By those Welshwomen done, as may not be,
Without much shame, re-told or fpoken of.

K. Henry. It seems then, that the tidings of this Broila Brake off our Business for the Holy Land,

West. This, matcht with other like; my gracious Lord, Far more uneven and unwelcome News Came from the North, and thus it did report : On Holy-rood Day, the gallant Hot.fpur 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:
For he that brought them, in the very Heat'
And pride of their contention, did take Horse,
Uncertain of the issue any way.

K. Henry. Here is a dear and true industrious Friend,
Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his Horse,
Stain’d with the variation of each Soil,
Berwixt the Holmedon, and this Seat of ours:
And he hath brought us smooth and welcome News.
The Earl of Dowglas is discomfired,
Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty Knights
Balk'd in their own Blood did Sir Walker see
On Holmedon's Plains. Of Prisoners, Hotspur took
Mordake Earl of Fife, and eldest Son
To beaten Dowglas, and the Earl of Athol,
Of Murry, Angus, and Menteith.
And is not this an Honourable Spoil?
A gallant Prize? Ha, Cousin, is it not? In faith it is.
West. A Conquest for a Prince to boast of.

K. Henry. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak’lt me sin, In envy, that my Lord Northumberland Should be the Father of so blest a Son; A San, who is the Theam of Honour's Tongue: Amongst a Grove, the very streightest Plant, Who is sweet Fortune's Minion, and her Pride : Whilft I by looking on the Praise of him, See Rior and Dishonour stain the Brow Of my young Harry. O that it could be prov'd, That fume Night-tripping Fairy had exchang'd, In Cradle Cloaths, our Children where they lay, And callid mine Percy, his Plantagenet; Then would I have his Harry, and he mine: But let him from my Thoughes. What think you Coz, Of this young Percy's Pride? The Prisoners, Which he ii this Adventure hach surpriz'd,

To his own use he keeps, and sends me Word
I shall have none bur Mordake Earl of Fife.

Weft. 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. Henry. But I have sent for him to answer this;
And for this Cause a while we must neglect
Our holy Purpose to ferusalem.
Cousin, on Wednesday next, our Council we will hold
At Windsor, so inform the Lords,
But come your self with Speed to us again;
For more is to be said, and to be done,
Than out of Anger can be uttered.
Weft. I will, my Liege.

Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and Sir John Falstaff.
Fal, Now Hal, what time of Day is it, Lad?

P. Henry. Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old Sack and unbuttoning thee after Supper, and sleeping upon Benches in the Afternoon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly, which thou woulult truly know. What a Devil haft thou to do with the cime 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-colour'd Taffata, I see no Reason why thou shouldlt be so superfluous, to demand the time of the Day.

Fal. Indeed you come near me now, Hal. For we that take Purses, go by the Moon and seven Stars, and not by Phoebus, he, that wandring Kniglt so fair. And I pray thee, sweet Wag, when thou art King, as God lave thy Grace, Majesty I should say, for Grace thou wilt have rone,

P. Henry. What! none ?

Fal. No, not so much as will serve to be Prologue to an Egg and Butter.

P. Henry.

P. Henry. Well, how then ? Come roundly, roundly.

Fal. Marry then, sweet Wag, when thou art King, let not us that are Squires of the Night's Body, be call'd Thieves of the Day's Beauty. Let us be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moon; and let Men say, we be Men of good Government, being go. verned as the Sea is, by our noble and chast Mistress the Moon, under whole Countenance we steal.

P. Henry. Thou say'st well, and it holds well too; for the Fortune of us that are the Moon's Men, doth ebb and flow like the Sea, being govern'd as the Sea is, by the Moon, As for Proof, now: A Purse of Gold most refolutely soatch'd on Monday Night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday Morning; got with swearing, Laid by; and spent with cry, ing, Bring in: Now in as low an Ebb, as the foot of the Lad. der; and by and by in as tigh a flow as the ride of the Gallows.

Fal. Thou say it true, Lad: And is not my Hostess of the Tavern a most sweer Wench? ..

P. Henry. As is the Honey, my old Lad of the Castles and is not a Buff-Terkin a most sweet Robe of durance ?

Fal. How, how? How now mad Wag? What in thy Quips and thy Quiddities? What a plague have I to do with a Buff. Jerkin?'

P. Henry. Why, what a Pox have I to do with my Hostess of the Tavern? .. · Fal. Well, thou hast calld her to a reckoning many a time and ofc.

P. Henry. Did I ever call thee to pay thy Part 2 · Fal. No, I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there;

P. Henry. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my Coin would Aretch, and where it would not, I have us’d my Credit.

Fale Yea, and so us'd it, that were it here apparent, that thou art Heir apparent - But I prithee sweet Wag, shall there be Gallows standing in England when thou art King? and Resolution thus fobb’d as iť is, with the rusty curb of old Facher Antick the Law ? Do not thou when thou art a King; hang a Thief.

P. Henry. No, thou shalt.
Fal. Shall I? () rare! I'll be a brave Judge.
P. Henry. Thou judgest falle already; I mean thou shalt


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