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KING Henry the Fourth.
Henry, Prince of Wales,

Sons to the King
John Duke of Lancaster,
Worcester,

2
Norhumberland,
Hot-fpur,
Mortimer,
Archbishop of York, Enemies to the King.
Dowglas,
Owen Glendower,
Sir Richard Vernon,
Sir Michell,
Westmorland,
Sir Walter Blunt,
Sir John Falstaff.
Poins,
Gads-hill,
Peto,

Companions of Falstaff.
Bardolph,

} of the King's Party.

Lady Percy, Wife to Hot-fpur.
Lady Mortimer, Daughter to Glendower, and Wife to

Mortimer.
Hostess Quickly.

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Sheriff, l'intner, Chamberlain, Drawers, two Carriers,

Travellers and Attendants.

SC EN E, EN G L A N D.

The

The FIRST PART of

H E N R r

IV.

A C Τ Ι.

S CE N E I.

The Court in London, Enter King Henry, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of

Weltmorland, and others.

King HENRY
O maken as we are, fo wan with Care,

And breathe short-winded accents of new Broils
To be commenc'd in fronds a-far remote.
No more the thirsty entrance of this Soil
* Shall trempe her lips with her own children's blood:
No more shall trenching war channel her fields,
Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs
Of hostile paces. Those opposed files,
Which, like the meteors of a troubled heav'n,
All of one nature, of one substance bred,
Did lately meet in the intestine fhock
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-lheathed knife,
No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,

* Shall damp ner lips---] This Nonsense should be read, Shall trempe, i. c. moisten, and refers to thirsty, in the preceding Line : Trempe, from the French, tromper, properly fignifies the Moistness made by Rain.

you we will

As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
(Whose foldier now, under whose blessed Cross
We are impressed, and engag'd to fight)
Forthwith a Power of English Iball we levy;
Whose arms were moulded in their mother's womb
To chase these Pagans, in those holy fields
Over whose acres walk'd thole blessed feet,
Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd
For our advantage on the bitter Cross.
But this our purpose is a twelvemonth old,
And bootless 'tis to tell

go.
Therefore, we meet not now: Then let me hear,
Of you my gentle Cousin Wefimorland,
What yesternight our Council did decree,
In forwarding this dear expedience.

Weft. My Liege, this halte was hot in quellion,
And many limits of the Charge set down
But yesternight : when, all athwart, there came
A Pórt from Wales, loaden with heavy news ;
Whole worft was, that the noble Mortimer,
Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
Against th' irregular and wild Glendower,
Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken ;
A thousand of his people butchered,
Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse,
Such beastly, fhameless transformation,
By those Welfhwomen done, as may not be,
Without much shame, re-told or spoken of.

K. Henry. It seems then, that the tidings of this broil
Brake off our business for the holy Land.
Wijt. This, matcht 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 Hot-spur there,
Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald,
That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
At Holmedon spent a sad and bloody hour :

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