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King Henry Iv Part 1 - ACT V - SCENE II Post by :vmax21 Category :Plays Author :William Shakespeare Date :May 2011 Read :667

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King Henry Iv Part 1 - ACT V - SCENE II

The rebel camp.

(Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon.)

O no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
The liberal and kind offer of the King.

'Twere best he did.

Then are we all undone.
It is not possible, it cannot be
The King should keep his word in loving us.
He will suspect us still and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults.
Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
For treason is but trusted like the fox
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
Interpretation will misquote our looks,
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
It hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
And an adopted name of privilege-
A hare-brained Hotspur govern'd by a spleen.
All his offences live upon my head
And on his father's. We did train him on;
And, his corruption being taken from us,
We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
In any case, the offer of the King.

(Enter Hotspur and Douglas).

Deliver what you will, I'll say 'tis so.
Here comes your cousin.

My uncle is return'd.
Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
Uncle, what news?

The King will bid you battle presently.

Defy him by the Lord Of Westmoreland.

Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.

Marry, and shall, and very willingly.


There is no seeming mercy in the King.

Did you beg any, God forbid!

I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
He calls us rebels, traitors, aid will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

(Enter Douglas.)

Arm, gentlemen! to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it;
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the King
And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.

O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
And that no man might draw short breath to-day
But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
How show'd his tasking? Seem'd it in contempt?
No, by my soul. I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man;
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Making you ever better than his praise
By still dispraising praise valued with you;
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital of himself,
And chid his truant youth with such a grace
As if lie mast'red there a double spirit
Of teaching and of learning instantly.
There did he pause; but let me tell the world,
If he outlive the envy of this day,
England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
Upon his follies. Never did I hear
Of any prince so wild a libertine.
But be he as he will, yet once ere night
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
Arm, arm with speed! and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
Better consider what you have to do
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

(Enter a Messenger.)

My lord, here are letters for you.

I cannot read them now.-
O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
To spend that shortness basely were too long
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
Now for our consciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just.

(Enter another Messenger.)

My lord, prepare. The King comes on apace.

I thank him that he cuts me from my tale,
For I profess not talking. Only this-
Let each man do his best; and here draw I
A sword whose temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
And by that music let us all embrace;
For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
A second time do such a courtesy.

(Here they embrace. The trumpets sound.)


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King Henry Iv Part 1 - ACT V - SCENE III King Henry Iv Part 1 - ACT V - SCENE III

King Henry Iv Part 1 - ACT V - SCENE III
ACT V SCENE III Plain between the camps.(The King enters with his Power. Alarum to the battle. Thenenter Douglas and Sir Walter Blunt.) SIR WALTER BLUNT. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek Upon my head? DOUGLAS. Know then my name is Douglas, And I do haunt thee in the battle thus Because some tell me that thou art a king. SIR WALTER BLUNT. They tell thee true. DOUGLAS. The Lord of Stafford

King Henry Iv Part 1 - ACT V - SCENE I King Henry Iv Part 1 - ACT V - SCENE I

King Henry Iv Part 1 - ACT V - SCENE I
ACT V SCENE I The King's camp near Shrewsbury.(Enter the King, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,Sir Walter Blunt, Falstaff.) KING. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon busky hill! The day looks pale At his distemp'rature. PRINCE. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes And by his hollow whistling in the leaves Foretells a tempest and a blust'ring day. KING. Theft with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to