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Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth. Bolingbroke declares, in God's name, his intention to ascend the throne :the bishop of Carlisle instantly rises and speaks : [Carlisle.] God forbid !
Worst in the royal presence may I speak,
this cursed earth :
Northumberland advances. (Northum.] Well have you argued, sir; and for your pains,
Of capi’tal treason we arrest you here.
May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit ? This suit, which is for the deposition of Richard, is of course granted. Richard is sent to Pomfret Castle : and Bolingbroke summons the lords for an early day to his coronation. Some time must be supposed to pass, before we find Bolingbroke, now Henry the Fourth, surrounded by his courtiers at Windsor Castle, and speaking thus : [K. Henry.] Can no man tell of my unthrifty son ?
'Tis full three months since I did see him last :
The young Harry Percy speaks to the king. [Hotspur.] My lord, some two days since I saw the prince,
And told him of the triumphs held at Oxford.
Ånd from the common’st creature pluck a glove,
He would un horse the lustiest challenger. [K. Henry.) As dissolute as desperate : yet, through both,
I see some sparkles of a better hope,
[North.] First to thy sacred state, all happiness :
The next I have to say, is, that the lords
Thy kingly doom and sentence.
And in it live from strife, and die in peace :
High sparks of honour have appear’d in him. At this moment we may imagine that the king's eye lights upon two or three men, who, in the distant gloom of the chamber, are waiting to address him ; they bear among them a burthen covered with a pall : the king makes a sign to the one who appears their chief, and he approaches; it is Sir Pierce Exton, who, having gained the king's eat, speaks in an under tone : [Exton.] Great king, within that coffin I present
Thy buried fear: therein all breathless lies
Richard of Bourdeaux, brought from Pomfret hither. [K. Henry.] Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast done
A deed that must bring slander on my head,
And on the land. [Exton.] From words of your own speaking
Did I conceive and execute this deed.
Nor love I thee. Though I did wish him dead,
To wash this blood from off my guilty hand :
The Battle of HOLMEDON (OR HOMELDON), THE DEFECTION OF
THE PERCIES, AND OTHER EVENTS IN THE FIRST THREE YEARS
HISTORICAL MEMORANDA. The battle of Homeldon in the north part of Northumberland, was fought in the autumn of 1402: Henry Bolingbroke became king in the latter part of 1399. During the intervening time, the conspiracy of the earls of Rutland, Kent, Huntingdon, and lord Spenser, who had been degraded from the respective titles of Albemarle, Surrey, Exeter, and Glocester, was discovered, and the several parties, except Rutland, who proved a traitor to the rest, were executed. Rutland soon after succeeded to the title of York by the death of the old duke, Edmund of Langley. The insurrection in Wales was another of the intervening events. In a battle fought against Glendower, the leader of the insurrection, Sir Edward Mortimer, uncle to Mortimer the young earl of Marche, had been taken prisoner. The youth was descended by a daughter from Lionel duke of Clarence, the second son of Edward III.: but Shakspeare, as in many other cases, has joined two persons in one character, the uncle of the youth and the youth himself : they both fell into the hands of the Welsh chieftain.
The speakers in the following scene are King Henry, and the earl of Westmorland : other noblemen are in attendance: the king first speaks : [K. Henry.] So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant.
Therefore we meet not now.-Then let me know
In forwarding this expedition.
When all athwart there came a post from Wales,
Was by the rude hands of the Welshman taken.
Broke off our business to the holy land. [Westm.] This match'd with other did, my gracious lord :
For more uneven and unwelcome news
And pride of a contention, rode from Holmedon. [K. Henry.] Here is a friend, Sir Walter Blunt, who brings
From Holmedon hither, smooth and welcome news.
A gallant prize, Westmorland, is it not ? [Westm.] It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. [K. Henry.] Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and mak'st me