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Portions of HENRY IV by Shakespeare as provided by
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/

SCENE I. London. The palace.

Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND,
SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others
\subsection{KING HENRY IV}
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted
peace to pant, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils To be
commenced in strands afar remote.  No more the thirsty entrance of
this soil Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; Nor more
shall trenching war channel her fields, Nor bruise her flowerets with
the armed hoofs Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes, Which, like the
meteors of a troubled heaven, 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 opposed Against acquaintance, kindred and
allies: The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed 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
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'd those blessed feet Which
fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter
cross.  But this our purpose now is twelve month old, And bootless
'tis 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 decree In forwarding this dear expedience.
\subsection{WESTMORELAND}
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
Mortimer, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the
irregular and wild Glendower, Was by the rude hands of that Welshman
taken, A thousand of his people butchered; Upon whose dead corpse
there was such misuse, Such beastly shameless transformation, By those
Welshwomen done as may not be Without much shame retold or spoken of.
\subsection{KING HENRY IV}
It seems then that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business
for the Holy Land.
\subsection{WESTMORELAND}
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; For he that
brought them, in the very heat And pride of their contention did take
horse, Uncertain of the issue any way.
\subsection{KING HENRY IV}
Here is a dear, a 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 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?
\subsection{WESTMORELAND}
In faith, It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
\subsection{KING HENRY IV}
Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin In envy that my Lord
Northumberland Should be the father to so blest a son, A son who is
the theme of honour's tongue; Amongst a grove, the very straightest
plant; Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride: Whilst I, by
looking on the praise of him, See riot and dishonour stain the brow Of
my young Harry. O that it could be proved That some night-tripping
fairy had exchanged In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, And
call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!  Then would I have his Harry, and
he mine.  But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz, Of this
young Percy's pride? the prisoners, Which he in this adventure hath
surprised, To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, I shall have
none but Mordake Earl of Fife.
\subsection{WESTMORELAND}
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.
\subsection{KING HENRY IV}
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.
\subsection{WESTMORELAND}
I will, my liege.
Exeunt

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