<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<K. HENRY>	<2%>
	My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
	Even in the chair of state! belike he means—
	Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer—
	To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
	Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father,
	And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
	On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<K. HENRY>	<3%>
	Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<K. HENRY>	<3%>
	Ah! know you not the city favours them,
	And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<K. HENRY>	<3%>
	Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
	To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
	Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,
	Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
<STAGE DIR>
<They advance to the Duke.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
	And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
	I am thy sovereign.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 1><SCENE 1><3%>
<K. HENRY>	<3%>
	And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<K. HENRY>	<4%>
	What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
	Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
	Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March;
	I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
	Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop,
	And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<K. HENRY>	<4%>
	The Lord Protector lost it, and not I:
	When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<K. HENRY>	<5%>
	Peace thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<K. HENRY>	<5%>
	Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
	Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
	No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
	Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
	And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,
	Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
	My title's good, and better far than his.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 1><SCENE 1><5%>
<K. HENRY>	<5%>
	Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 1><SCENE 1><5%>
<K. HENRY>	<5%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> I know not what to say: my title's weak.
<STAGE DIR>
<Aloud.>
</STAGE DIR> Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 1><SCENE 1><5%>
<K. HENRY>	<5%>
	An if he may, then am I lawful king;
	For Richard, in the view of many lords,
	Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
	Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 1><SCENE 1><5%>
<K. HENRY>	<6%>
	Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 14><ACT 1><SCENE 1><5%>
<K. HENRY>	<6%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 15><ACT 1><SCENE 1><6%>
<K. HENRY>	<6%>
	O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 16><ACT 1><SCENE 1><6%>
<K. HENRY>	<6%>
	My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:—
	Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 17><ACT 1><SCENE 1><6%>
<K. HENRY>	<7%>
	I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
	Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 18><ACT 1><SCENE 1><7%>
<K. HENRY>	<7%>
	Ah! Exeter.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 19><ACT 1><SCENE 1><7%>
<K. HENRY>	<7%>
	Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
	Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
	But be it as it may; I here entail
	The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
	Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
	To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
	To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
	And neither by treason nor hostility
	To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 20><ACT 1><SCENE 1><7%>
<K. HENRY>	<8%>
	And long live thou and these thy forward sons!
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 21><ACT 1><SCENE 1><8%>
<K. HENRY>	<8%>
	And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.

</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 22><ACT 1><SCENE 1><8%>
<K. HENRY>	<8%>
	Exeter, so will I.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 23><ACT 1><SCENE 1><8%>
<K. HENRY>	<8%>
	Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 24><ACT 1><SCENE 1><8%>
<K. HENRY>	<9%>
	Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son;
	The Earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 25><ACT 1><SCENE 1><9%>
<K. HENRY>	<9%>
	Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 26><ACT 1><SCENE 1><9%>
<K. HENRY>	<10%>
	Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 27><ACT 1><SCENE 1><10%>
<K. HENRY>	<10%>
	Poor queen! how love to me and to her son
	Hath made her break out into terms of rage.
	Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke,
	Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
	Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
	Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
	The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
	I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair.
	Come, cousin; you shall be the messenger.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 28><ACT 2><SCENE 2><27%>
<K. HENRY>	<27%>
	Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wrack:
	To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
	Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault,
	Nor wittingly have I infring'd my vow.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 29><ACT 2><SCENE 2><28%>
<K. HENRY>	<28%>
	Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,
	Inferring arguments of mighty force.
	But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
	That things ill got had ever bad success?
	And happy always was it for that son
	Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
	I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
	And would my father had left me no more!
	For all the rest is held at such a rate
	As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep
	Than in possession any jot of pleasure.
	Ah! cousin York, would thy best friends did know
	How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 30><ACT 2><SCENE 2><28%>
<K. HENRY>	<29%>
	Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
	And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 31><ACT 2><SCENE 2><29%>
<K. HENRY>	<29%>
	Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 32><ACT 2><SCENE 2><30%>
<K. HENRY>	<31%>
	Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 33><ACT 2><SCENE 2><30%>
<K. HENRY>	<31%>
	I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
	I am a king, and privileg'd to speak.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 34><ACT 2><SCENE 5><35%>
<K. HENRY>	<35%>
	This battle fares like to the morning's war,
	When dying clouds contend with growing light,
	What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
	Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
	Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea
	Forc'd by the tide to combat with the wind;
	Now sways it that way, like the self-same sea
	Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind:
	Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;
	Now one the better, then another best;
	Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
	Yet neither conqueror nor conquered:
	So is the equal poise of this fell war.
	Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
	To whom God will, there be the victory!
	For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,
	Have chid me from the battle; swearing both
	They prosper best of all when I am thence.
	Would I were dead! if God's good will were so;
	For what is in this world but grief and woe?
	O God! methinks it were a happy life,
	To be no better than a homely swain;
	To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
	To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
	Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
	How many make the hour full complete;
	How many hours bring about the day;
	How many days will finish up the year;
	How many years a mortal man may live.
	When this is known, then to divide the times:
	So many hours must I tend my flock;
	So many hours must I take my rest;
	So many hours must I contemplate;
	So many hours must I sport myself;
	So many days my ewes have been with young;
	So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean;
	So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
	So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
	Pass'd over to the end they were created,
	Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
	Ah! what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!
	Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
	To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep,
	Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
	To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery?
	O, yes! it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
	And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds,
	His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
	His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
	All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
	Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
	His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
	His body couched in a curious bed,
	When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.

</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 35><ACT 2><SCENE 5><37%>
<K. HENRY>	<37%>
	O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
	Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
	Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
	Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear;
	And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
	Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharg'd with grief.

</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 36><ACT 2><SCENE 5><37%>
<K. HENRY>	<38%>
	Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!
	O! that my death would stay these ruthful deeds.
	O! pity, pity; gentle heaven, pity.
	The red rose and the white are on his face,
	The fatal colours of our striving houses:
	The one his purple blood right well resembles;
	The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth:
	Wither one rose, and let the other flourish!
	If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 37><ACT 2><SCENE 5><38%>
<K. HENRY>	<38%>
	How will the country for these woeful chances
	Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 38><ACT 2><SCENE 5><38%>
<K. HENRY>	<39%>
	Was ever king so griev'd for subjects' woe?
	Much is your sorrow; mine, ten times so much.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 39><ACT 2><SCENE 5><38%>
<K. HENRY>	<39%>
	Sad-hearted men,' much overgone with care,
	Here sits a king more woeful than you are.

</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 40><ACT 2><SCENE 5><39%>
<K. HENRY>	<40%>
	Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
	Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
	Whither the queen intends. Forward! away!
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 41><ACT 3><SCENE 1><43%>
<K. HENRY>	<44%>
	From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
	To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
	No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
	Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
	Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed:
	No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
	No humble suitors press to speak for right,
	No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
	For how can I help them, and not myself?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 42><ACT 3><SCENE 1><43%>
<K. HENRY>	<44%>
	Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
	For wise men say it is the wisest course.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 43><ACT 3><SCENE 1><43%>
<K. HENRY>	<44%>
	My queen and son are gone to France for aid;
	And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
	Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
	To wife for Edward. If this news be true,
	Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;
	For Warwick is a subtle orator,
	And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
	By this account then Margaret may win him,
	For she's a woman to be pitied much:
	Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
	Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
	The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
	And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
	To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
	Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give:
	She on his left side craving aid for Henry;
	He on his right asking a wife for Edward.
	She weeps, and says her Henry is depos'd;
	He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
	That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more:
	Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
	Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
	And in conclusion wins the king from her,
	With promise of his sister, and what else,
	To strengthen and support King Edward's place.
	O Margaret! thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
	Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 44><ACT 3><SCENE 1><44%>
<K. HENRY>	<45%>
	More than I seem, and less than I was born to:
	A man at least, for less I should not be;
	And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 45><ACT 3><SCENE 1><44%>
<K. HENRY>	<45%>
	Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 46><ACT 3><SCENE 1><44%>
<K. HENRY>	<45%>
	My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
	Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,
	Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd content;
	A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 47><ACT 3><SCENE 1><45%>
<K. HENRY>	<46%>
	But did you never swear, and break an oath?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 48><ACT 3><SCENE 1><45%>
<K. HENRY>	<46%>
	Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 49><ACT 3><SCENE 1><45%>
<K. HENRY>	<46%>
	I was anointed king at nine months old;
	My father and my grandfather were kings,
	And you were sworn true subjects unto me:
	And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 50><ACT 3><SCENE 1><45%>
<K. HENRY>	<46%>
	Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?
	Ah! simple men, you know not what you swear.
	Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
	And as the air blows it to me again,
	Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
	And yielding to another when it blows,
	Commanded always by the greater gust;
	Such is the lightness of you common men.
	But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
	My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
	Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;
	And be you kings: command, and I'll obey.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 51><ACT 3><SCENE 1><45%>
<K. HENRY>	<46%>
	So would you be again to Henry,
	If he were seated as King Edward is.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 52><ACT 3><SCENE 1><46%>
<K. HENRY>	<47%>
	In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
	And what God will, that let your king perform;
	And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 53><ACT 4><SCENE 6><73%>
<K. HENRY>	<74%>
	Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
	Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
	And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
	My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
	At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 54><ACT 4><SCENE 6><73%>
<K. HENRY>	<74%>
	For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
	Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness,
	For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
	Ay, such a pleasure as encaged birds
	Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts
	At last by notes of household harmony
	They quite forget their loss of liberty.
	But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
	And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
	He was the author, thou the instrument.
	Therefore, that I may conquer Fortune's spite
	By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me,
	And that the people of this blessed land
	May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,
	Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
	I here resign my government to thee,
	For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 55><ACT 4><SCENE 6><74%>
<K. HENRY>	<75%>
	Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands:
	Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
	That no dissension hinder government:
	I make you both protectors of this land,
	While I myself will lead a private life,
	And in devotion spend my latter days,
	To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 56><ACT 4><SCENE 6><75%>
<K. HENRY>	<75%>
	But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
	Let me entreat, for I command no more,
	That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward,
	Be sent for, to return from France with speed:
	For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
	My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 57><ACT 4><SCENE 6><75%>
<K. HENRY>	<75%>
	My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that
	Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 58><ACT 4><SCENE 6><75%>
<K. HENRY>	<76%>
	Come hither, England's hope: <STAGE DIR>
<Lays his hand on his head.>
</STAGE DIR> If secret powers
	Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
	This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
	His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
	His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
	His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
	Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
	Make much of him, my lords; for this is he
	Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 59><ACT 4><SCENE 8><80%>
<K. HENRY>	<81%>
	Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 60><ACT 4><SCENE 8><80%>
<K. HENRY>	<81%>
	Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 61><ACT 4><SCENE 8><81%>
<K. HENRY>	<81%>
	Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
	And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 62><ACT 4><SCENE 8><81%>
<K. HENRY>	<81%>
	Here at the palace will I rest awhile.
	Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
	Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
	Should not be able to encounter mine.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 63><ACT 4><SCENE 8><81%>
<K. HENRY>	<81%>
	That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
	I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
	Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
	My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
	My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
	My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
	I have not been desirous of their wealth;
	Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
	Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd.
	Then why should they love Edward more than me?
	No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
	And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
	The lamb will never cease to follow him.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 64><ACT 5><SCENE 6><95%>
<K. HENRY>	<95%>
	Ay, my good lord:—my lord, I should say rather;
	'Tis sin to flatter, 'good' was little better:
	'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
	And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 65><ACT 5><SCENE 6><95%>
<K. HENRY>	<96%>
	So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
	So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
	And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
	What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 66><ACT 5><SCENE 6><95%>
<K. HENRY>	<96%>
	The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
	With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
	And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
	Have now the fatal object in my eye
	Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 67><ACT 5><SCENE 6><96%>
<K. HENRY>	<96%>
	I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
	Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
	The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy,
	Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea,
	Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
	Ah! kill me with thy weapon, not with words.
	My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
	Than can my ears that tragic history.
	But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 68><ACT 5><SCENE 6><96%>
<K. HENRY>	<96%>
	A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
	If murd'ring innocents be executing,
	Why, then thou art an executioner.
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 69><ACT 5><SCENE 6><96%>
<K. HENRY>	<96%>
	Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst presume,
	Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
	And thus I prophesy: that many a thousand,
	Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
	And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's,
	And many an orphan's water-standing eye,
	Men for their sons', wives for their husbands',
	And orphans for their parents' timeless death,
	Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
	The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
	The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
	Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees!
	The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
	And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
	Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
	And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope;
	To wit an indigest deformed lump,
	Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
	Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
	To signify thou cam'st to bite the world:
	And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
	Thou cam'st—
</K. HENRY>

<SPEECH 70><ACT 5><SCENE 6><97%>
<K. HENRY>	<97%>
	Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
	O, God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
</K. HENRY>

