THE HISTORY OFF KING HENRY THE FOURTH. ACT: Ius.-SCEN: 1a. Enter JHON E. of LANCASTER, S WALTER BLUNT, King HENRY, and Attendance.1 King. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, And breath short winded accents of [new broiles No more ye thirsty bosome of this land Shall wash her selfe in her owne childrens bloud. No more shall trenching warre channell her feildes, Which like ye meteors of a troubled heauen, All of one nature, of one substance bredd, 1 Deryng has transposed the position of "Sr Walter Blunt" and "King Henry," and added the word "bare" after Lancaster. 2 Instead of the part within brackets, Deryng has written "sweete rest." Did lately meete in ye intestine shocke Whose armes were moulded in theire mothers wombes, you we will Of you my gentle sonne of Lancaster, 2 go. What yesternight our counsell did decree, Lanc. My lieg, this hast was hott in question 1 1 This line has been erased. 2 Perhaps this should be "Englands royall," but I leave it as it is in the original. 3 These eight lines, printed in Italics, are added on a slip of paper in Deryng's handwriting. Originally noble. A post from Wales, laden with heauy newes Was by the rude handes of that Welchman taken Vpon whose dead corps there was such misevse By those Welch-women don: as may not be King. It seemes then, that the tidinges of this broylė Brake off our buisines for the Holy Land Lanc. This matcht with other-like (my gratious lord) Far more vneuen and vnwelcome newes Came from the North: and thus it did report : That euer valiant & aproued Scote At Holmedon met: where they did spend As by discharge of there artillary And shape of likelihood. the newes was told King. Here is a deare & true industrious friend And he hath brought vs smoth & welcome newes The Earle of Dowglas is discomfited Ten thowsand bold Scots: two & twenty knights On Holmedons playnes: of prisoners Hotspur tooke- To beaten Dowglas & the Earle of Atholl And is not this an honourable spoyle? A gallant prize: ha. Blunt1 is it not? in faith it is Blunt. A conquest for a prince to boast of: King. Yea: there thou mak'st me sad: & mak'st me sinne In envy that my lord Northumberland Should be the father of so blest a sonne : A sonne, who is the theame of honoures tongue, But let hime from my thoughts: what think yow Blunt I shall haue none: but Mordake Earle of Fife Blunt. This is his vnckles teaching: this is Worsester Maleuolent to yow in all respects Which makes hime prune himeselfe & bristle vp The crest of youth: against yowr dignity. King. But I haue sent for hime to answeare this & for this cause a while we must neglect Our holy purpose to Jerusalem On Wednesday next our counsell we will hold But come yowr selfe with speed to us agayne |