| ACT III SCENE I | Westminster. The palace. | |
| | Enter KING HENRY IV in his nightgown, with a Page | |
| KING HENRY IV | Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; | |
| | But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, | |
| | And well consider of them; make good speed. | |
| | Exit Page | |
| | How many thousand of my poorest subjects | 5 |
| | Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, | |
| | Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, | |
| | That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down | |
| | And steep my senses in forgetfulness? | |
| | Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, | 10 |
| | Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee | |
| | And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, | |
| | Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, | |
| | Under the canopies of costly state, | |
| | And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? | 15 |
| | O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile | |
| | In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch | |
| | A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell? | |
| | Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast | |
| | Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains | 20 |
| | In cradle of the rude imperious surge | |
| | And in the visitation of the winds, | |
| | Who take the ruffian billows by the top, | |
| | Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them | |
| | With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, | 25 |
| | That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? | |
| | Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose | |
| | To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, | |
| | And in the calmest and most stillest night, | |
| | With all appliances and means to boot, | 30 |
| | Deny it to a king? Then happy low, lie down! | |
| | Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. | |
| | Enter WARWICK and SURREY | |
| WARWICK | Many good morrows to your majesty! | |
| KING HENRY IV | Is it good morrow, lords? | |
| WARWICK | 'Tis one o'clock, and past. | 35 |
| KING HENRY IV | Why, then, good morrow to you all, my lords. | |
| | Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? | |
| WARWICK | We have, my liege. | |
| KING HENRY IV | Then you perceive the body of our kingdom | |
| | How foul it is; what rank diseases grow | 40 |
| | And with what danger, near the heart of it. | |
| WARWICK | It is but as a body yet distemper'd; | |
| | Which to his former strength may be restored | |
| | With good advice and little medicine: | |
| | My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd. | 45 |
| KING HENRY IV | O God! that one might read the book of fate, | |
| | And see the revolution of the times | |
| | Make mountains level, and the continent, | |
| | Weary of solid firmness, melt itself | |
| | Into the sea! and, other times, to see | 50 |
| | The beachy girdle of the ocean | |
| | Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, | |
| | And changes fill the cup of alteration | |
| | With divers liquors! O, if this were seen, | |
| | The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, | 55 |
| | What perils past, what crosses to ensue, | |
| | Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. | |
| | 'Tis not 'ten years gone | |
| | Since Richard and Northumberland, great friends, | |
| | Did feast together, and in two years after | 60 |
| | Were they at wars: it is but eight years since | |
| | This Percy was the man nearest my soul, | |
| | Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs | |
| | And laid his love and life under my foot, | |
| | Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard | 65 |
| | Gave him defiance. But which of you was by-- | |
| | You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember-- | |
| | To WARWICK | |
| | When Richard, with his eye brimful of tears, | |
| | Then cheque'd and rated by Northumberland, | |
| | Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy? | 70 |
| | 'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which | |
| | My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;' | |
| | Though then, God knows, I had no such intent, | |
| | But that necessity so bow'd the state | |
| | That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss: | 75 |
| | 'The time shall come,' thus did he follow it, | |
| | 'The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, | |
| | Shall break into corruption:' so went on, | |
| | Foretelling this same time's condition | |
| | And the division of our amity. | 80 |
| WARWICK | There is a history in all men's lives, | |
| | Figuring the nature of the times deceased; | |
| | The which observed, a man may prophesy, | |
| | With a near aim, of the main chance of things | |
| | As yet not come to life, which in their seeds | 85 |
| | And weak beginnings lie intreasured. | |
| | Such things become the hatch and brood of time; | |
| | And by the necessary form of this | |
| | King Richard might create a perfect guess | |
| | That great Northumberland, then false to him, | 90 |
| | Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness; | |
| | Which should not find a ground to root upon, | |
| | Unless on you. | |
| KING HENRY IV | Are these things then necessities? | |
| | Then let us meet them like necessities: | 95 |
| | And that same word even now cries out on us: | |
| | They say the bishop and Northumberland | |
| | Are fifty thousand strong. | |
| WARWICK | It cannot be, my lord; | |
| | Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, | 100 |
| | The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your grace | |
| | To go to bed. Upon my soul, my lord, | |
| | The powers that you already have sent forth | |
| | Shall bring this prize in very easily. | |
| | To comfort you the more, I have received | 105 |
| | A certain instance that Glendower is dead. | |
| | Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill, | |
| | And these unseason'd hours perforce must add | |
| | Unto your sickness. | |
| KING HENRY IV | I will take your counsel: | 110 |
| | And were these inward wars once out of hand, | |
| | We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. | |
| | Exeunt | |