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Copy of The history of King Henry the Fourth, after 1598
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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ca. 1623
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shall shew more godly" and attract more eyes then that which hath noe soyle to sett it off. Ile so offend to make offence A skill Redeeming time when men think least I will Exit Act. 1i" Scaen" 1i" Scaen" 3tia Enter the King [Lancaster] Northumberland Worcester Hotspur Sir Walter Blunt with others King" My bloud hath bine too Cold and temperate vnapt to stirre At these indignityes and yow haue found me, for Accordingly yow tread vpon my patience" but be sure I will from hence forth rather be my selfe" Mightie" & to be fear’d" then my Condicion which hath beene smoth as oyle" soft as young downe and therefore lost that title of respect which the proud soule nere prayes but to the proud Worce" our howse (my soueraigne leige) little deserues The Scourge of greatnes to be vsed on it And that same greatnes too" Which our owne hands have holpe to Make so portly Nor" my Lord King" Worcester gett thee gone" for I doe see danger and disobedience in thine eye O Sir yowr presents is to bould & p^eremtory And Maiesty might neuer yet indure the Moody frontier of A seruant browe yow haue good Leaue to Leaue vs" when we need yowr vse & Counsell" & Counsell" we shall send for yow. Exit Worcester yow weare about to speake Nor" Yea my good lord Those prisoners in yowr highnes name demanded Which harry Percey here at holmedon toke Weare as he saies" not with such strength denied as he deliuered to yowr Maiesty" either envy therefore" or Misprision is guilty of this fault and not my Sonne Hotsp" my Leige I did deny noe prisoners but I remember when the fight was done when Page break When I was dry with rage and extreame toyle breathles and faint" Leaning vpon my sword Came there a certayne lord" Neat and trimely drest fresh as a Bridgroome" & his Chine new reapt shewed Like a stubble Land" at harvest home he was perfumed like A Milliner and twixt his fingers and his thumb he held A pouncet box" which euer & Anon he gaue his nose" & tooke Away agayne who therewith Angry" When it next cam there Tooke it in Snuffe" & still he smil’d & talkt & as the Soldiers bore dead bodyes by he cald them vntaught knaues" unmannerly to bring a slovenly vnhand-som Coarse betwixt the wind & his nobillity With many holly-dayes" & Lady termmes he Questioned me" Among the rest demanded my prisoners in yowr Maiesties behalfe I then" All smarting with my wounds being Cold to be so pestered with a popengay out of my greefe & my Impatience Answered Neglectingly" I know not what he should" or he should not" for he made me mad to see hime shinne so brisk & smell so sweet & talke so Like a waighting gentlewoman of guns, & drums, and wounds" god saue the marke & telling me the Soueraignest thing on earth Was parmacity for An inward bruse & that it was great pitty" so it was this villanous salt peter should be digg’d out of the bowells of the harmelesse earth which many A good tall fellow had destroyd so Cowardly" & but for these vile guns he would haue beene himeselfe A soldier this bald vnjoyned Chat of his (my Lord) I Answered indirectly (as I said) and I beseech yow Lett not this report Com currant for An Accusation betwixt my loue" & yowr high Maiesty. [Lancaster] Blunt
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