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Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
40 With being nothing Music do I hear?
[Music. Ila, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear To check time broke in a disorder'd string; But for the concord of my state and time Had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: 50 My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours: but my time Runs posting on in Boling broke's proud joy, While I stand fooling here, his Jack o' the clock. 00 This music mads me; let it sound no more; For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seeins it will make wise men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me! For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
Enter a Groom of the Stable. Groom. Hail, royal prince!
Thanks, noble peer;
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king,
80 K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, Ilow went lie under him?
Groom. So proudly as if he disdain’d the ground.
Enter Keeper, with a dish.
Keep. My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton, who lately came from the king, commands the contrary. 100
K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [Beuts the keeper. kop. Help, lielp, help!
Enter Exton and Servants, armed.
(Snatching an axe from a Serrant and killing him.
Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
[He kills another. Then Erton strikes him doron. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand 110 Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross fleslı sinks downward, here to dic. [Dies.
Erton. As full of valour as of royal blood: Both have I spill’d; O would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. This dead king to the living king I'll bear: Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. (Excunt.
SCENE VI. Windsor castle.
North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt and Kent: The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here.
10 Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
Enver Percy, and the Bishop OF CARLISLE. Percy The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster, With clog of conscience and sour melancholy
20 Hath yielded up his body to the grave; But here is Carlisle living, to abide The kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom:
Enter Exton, with persons bearing a cofin.
Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
Boling. They love not poison that do poison need,
50 March sadly after; grace my mournings here; In weeping after this untimely bier.
[Exeunt. THE FIRST PART OF
KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY the Fourth.
SIR MICHAEL, a friend to the Henry, Prince of
Archbishop of York.
sons to the Wales,
Poiss. John of 'Lancaster,
GADSHILL. EARL OF WESTMORELAND.
PETO. SIR WALTER BLUNT,
BARDOLPE. Thomas PERCY, Earl of Worcester.
LADY Percy, wife to Hotspur, and HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northum- sister to Mortimer. berland.
LADY MORTIMER, daughter to HENRY PERCY, surnamed Hot- Glendower, and wife to Morti. SPUR, his son.
mer. EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of MISTRESS QUICKLY, hostess of a March.
tavern in Eastcheap. RICHARD SCROOP, Archbishop of York.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, ARCHIBALD, Earl of DOUGLAS. Chamberlain, Drawers, two OWEN GLENDOWER,
Carriers, Travellers, and AtSIR RICHARD VERNOX.
tendants. SIR JOHN FALSTAFF.
SCENE I. London.
The palace. Enter King HENRY, LORD JOHN or LANCASTER, the EARL
OF WESTMORELAND, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and others.
King. So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
10 All of one nature, of one substance bred,