Act III, Scene 1

Westminster. The palace

Enter the KING in his nightgown, with a page

• Henry IV. Go call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick; 1705
  But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters
  And well consider of them. Make good speed. Exit page
  How many thousands of my poorest subjects
  Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
  Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710
  That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down,
  And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
  Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
  Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
  And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, 1715
  Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
  Under the canopies of costly state,
  And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
  O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
  In loathsome beds, and leav'st the kingly couch 1720
  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
  In cradle of the rude imperious surge,
  And in the visitation of the winds, 1725
  Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
  Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
  With deafing clamour in the slippery clouds,
  That with the hurly death itself awakes?
  Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose 1730
  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,
  Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!
  Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. 1735

Enter WARWICK and Surrey

• Earl of Warwick. Many good morrows to your Majesty!

• Henry IV. Is it good morrow, lords?

• Earl of Warwick. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

• Henry IV. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords. 1740
  Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?

• Earl of Warwick. We have, my liege.

• Henry IV. Then you perceive the body of our kingdom
  How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,
  And with what danger, near the heart of it. 1745

• Earl of Warwick. It is but as a body yet distempered;
  Which to his former strength may be restored
  With good advice and little medicine.
  My Lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

• Henry IV. O God! that one might read the book of fate, 1750
  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
  The beachy girdle of the ocean 1755
  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,
  What perils past, what crosses to ensue, 1760
  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
  Were they at wars. It is but eight years since 1765
  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
  Gave him defiance. But which of you was by— 1770
  [To WARWICK] You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember—
  When Richard, with his eye brim full of tears,
  Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,
  Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy?
  'Northumberland, thou ladder by the which 1775
  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—
  'The time shall come'—thus did he follow it— 1780
  '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.

• Earl of Warwick. There is a history in all men's lives, 1785
  Figuring the natures of the times deceas'd;
  The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,
  With a near aim, of the main chance of things
  As yet not come to life, who in their seeds
  And weak beginning lie intreasured. 1790
  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,
  Would of that seed grow to a greater falseness; 1795
  Which should not find a ground to root upon
  Unless on you.

• Henry IV. Are these things then necessities?
  Then let us meet them like necessities;
  And that same word even now cries out on us. 1800
  They say the Bishop and Northumberland
  Are fifty thousand strong.

• Earl of Warwick. It cannot be, my lord.
  Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
  The numbers of the feared. Please it your Grace 1805
  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 receiv'd
  A certain instance that Glendower is dead. 1810
  Your Majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
  And these unseasoned hours perforce must ad
  Unto your sickness.

• Henry IV. I will take your counsel.
  And, were these inward wars once out of hand, 1815
  We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. Exeunt