Speeches (Lines) for Earl of Warwick in "History of Henry IV, Part II"

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1 III / 1
  • Many good morrows to your Majesty!
  • Many good morrows to your Majesty!
  • 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 thousands of my poorest subjects
    Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
    Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee,
    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,
    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
    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,
    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
    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.

    Earl of Warwick. Many good morrows to your Majesty!

2 III / 1
  • 'Tis one o'clock, and past.
  • 'Tis one o'clock, and past.
  • Henry IV. Is it good morrow, lords?

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

3 III / 1
  • We have, my liege.
  • We have, my liege.
  • Henry IV. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords.
    Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?

    Earl of Warwick. We have, my liege.

4 III / 1
  • It is but as a body yet distempered;
    Which to his former strength may be res...
  • 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. 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.

    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.

5 III / 1
  • There is a history in all men's lives,
    Figuring the natures of the times dec...
  • There is a history in all men's lives,
    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.
    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;
    Which should not find a ground to root upon
    Unless on you.
  • 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
    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,
    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
    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
    Gave him defiance. But which of you was by--
    [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
    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--
    '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,
    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.
    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;
    Which should not find a ground to root upon
    Unless on you.

6 III / 1
  • It cannot be, my lord.
    Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
    The...
  • It cannot be, my lord.
    Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo,
    The numbers of the feared. 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 receiv'd
    A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
    Your Majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
    And these unseasoned hours perforce must ad
    Unto your sickness.
  • Henry IV. Are these things then necessities?
    Then let us meet them like necessities;
    And that same word even now cries out on us.
    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
    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.
    Your Majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
    And these unseasoned hours perforce must ad
    Unto your sickness.

7 IV / 4
  • Both which we doubt not but your Majesty
    Shall soon enjoy.
  • Both which we doubt not but your Majesty
    Shall soon enjoy.
  • Henry IV. Now, lords, if God doth give successful end
    To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
    We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
    And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
    Our navy is address'd, our power connected,
    Our substitutes in absence well invested,
    And everything lies level to our wish.
    Only we want a little personal strength;
    And pause us till these rebels, now afoot,
    Come underneath the yoke of government.

    Earl of Warwick. Both which we doubt not but your Majesty
    Shall soon enjoy.

8 IV / 4
  • My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite.
    The Prince but studies his comp...
  • My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite.
    The Prince but studies his companions
    Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
    'Tis needful that the most immodest word
    Be look'd upon and learnt; which once attain'd,
    Your Highness knows, comes to no further use
    But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
    The Prince will, in the perfectness of time,
    Cast off his followers; and their memory
    Shall as a pattern or a measure live
    By which his Grace must mete the lives of other,
    Turning past evils to advantages.
  • Henry IV. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds;
    And he, the noble image of my youth,
    Is overspread with them; therefore my grief
    Stretches itself beyond the hour of death.
    The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape,
    In forms imaginary, th'unguided days
    And rotten times that you shall look upon
    When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
    For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
    When rage and hot blood are his counsellors
    When means and lavish manners meet together,
    O, with what wings shall his affections fly
    Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!

    Earl of Warwick. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite.
    The Prince but studies his companions
    Like a strange tongue, wherein, to gain the language,
    'Tis needful that the most immodest word
    Be look'd upon and learnt; which once attain'd,
    Your Highness knows, comes to no further use
    But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
    The Prince will, in the perfectness of time,
    Cast off his followers; and their memory
    Shall as a pattern or a measure live
    By which his Grace must mete the lives of other,
    Turning past evils to advantages.

9 IV / 4
  • Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits
    Are with his Highness very ordin...
  • Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits
    Are with his Highness very ordinary.
    Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.
  • Earl of Westmoreland. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.

    Earl of Warwick. Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits
    Are with his Highness very ordinary.
    Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.

10 IV / 4
  • Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers.
  • Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers.
  • Prince Thomas. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between;
    And the old folk, Time's doting chronicles,
    Say it did so a little time before
    That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.

    Earl of Warwick. Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers.

11 IV / 5
  • Call for the music in the other room.
  • Call for the music in the other room.
  • Henry IV. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
    Unless some dull and favourable hand
    Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

    Earl of Warwick. Call for the music in the other room.

12 IV / 5
  • Less noise! less noise!
  • Less noise! less noise!
  • Prince Thomas. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.

    Earl of Warwick. Less noise! less noise!

13 IV / 5
  • Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low;
    The King your father i...
  • Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low;
    The King your father is dispos'd to sleep.
  • Henry V. If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic.

    Earl of Warwick. Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low;
    The King your father is dispos'd to sleep.

14 IV / 5
  • Will't please your Grace to go along with us?
  • Will't please your Grace to go along with us?
  • Prince Thomas. Let us withdraw into the other room.

    Earl of Warwick. Will't please your Grace to go along with us?

15 IV / 5
  • What would your Majesty? How fares your Grace?
  • What would your Majesty? How fares your Grace?
  • Prince Thomas. Doth the King call?

    Earl of Warwick. What would your Majesty? How fares your Grace?

16 IV / 5
  • This door is open; he is gone this way.
  • This door is open; he is gone this way.
  • Henry IV. The Prince of Wales! Where is he? Let me see him.
    He is not here.

    Earl of Warwick. This door is open; he is gone this way.

17 IV / 5
  • When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
  • When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
  • Henry IV. Where is the crown? Who took it from my pillow?

    Earl of Warwick. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.

18 IV / 5
  • My lord, I found the Prince in the next room,
    Washing with kindly tears his...
  • My lord, I found the Prince in the next room,
    Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
    With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
    That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
    Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
    With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
  • Henry IV. The Prince hath ta'en it hence. Go, seek him out.
    Is he so hasty that he doth suppose
    My sleep my death?
    Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
    [Exit WARWICK]
    This part of his conjoins with my disease
    And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are!
    How quickly nature falls into revolt
    When gold becomes her object!
    For this the foolish over-careful fathers
    Have broke their sleep with thoughts,
    Their brains with care, their bones with industry;
    For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
    The cank'red heaps of strange-achieved gold;
    For this they have been thoughtful to invest
    Their sons with arts and martial exercises;
    When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
    The virtuous sweets,
    Our thighs with wax, our mouths with honey pack'd,
    We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
    Are murd'red for our pains. This bitter taste
    Yields his engrossments to the ending father.
    [Re-enter WARWICK]
    Now where is he that will not stay so long
    Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?

    Earl of Warwick. My lord, I found the Prince in the next room,
    Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks,
    With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
    That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
    Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
    With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.

19 IV / 5
  • 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
  • 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
  • Henry IV. Doth any name particular belong
    Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?

    Earl of Warwick. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.

20 V / 2
  • How now, my Lord Chief Justice; whither away?
  • How now, my Lord Chief Justice; whither away?
  • Falstaff. I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master Shallow.

    Earl of Warwick. How now, my Lord Chief Justice; whither away?

21 V / 2
  • Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
  • Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
  • Lord Chief Justice. How doth the King?

    Earl of Warwick. Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.

22 V / 2
  • He's walk'd the way of nature;
    And to our purposes he lives no more.
  • He's walk'd the way of nature;
    And to our purposes he lives no more.
  • Lord Chief Justice. I hope, not dead.

    Earl of Warwick. He's walk'd the way of nature;
    And to our purposes he lives no more.

23 V / 2
  • Indeed, I think the young king loves you not.
  • Indeed, I think the young king loves you not.
  • Lord Chief Justice. I would his Majesty had call'd me with him.
    The service that I truly did his life
    Hath left me open to all injuries.

    Earl of Warwick. Indeed, I think the young king loves you not.

24 V / 2
  • Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry.
    O that the living Harry had the te...
  • Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry.
    O that the living Harry had the temper
    Of he, the worst of these three gentlemen!
    How many nobles then should hold their places
    That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
  • Lord Chief Justice. I know he doth not, and do arm myself
    To welcome the condition of the time,
    Which cannot look more hideously upon me
    Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

    Earl of Warwick. Here comes the heavy issue of dead Harry.
    O that the living Harry had the temper
    Of he, the worst of these three gentlemen!
    How many nobles then should hold their places
    That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

25 V / 2
  • We do remember; but our argument
    Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
  • We do remember; but our argument
    Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
  • Prince John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

    Earl of Warwick. We do remember; but our argument
    Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

26 V / 2
  • Here comes the Prince.
  • Here comes the Prince.
  • Lord Chief Justice. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour,
    Led by th' impartial conduct of my soul;
    And never shall you see that I will beg
    A ragged and forestall'd remission.
    If truth and upright innocency fail me,
    I'll to the King my master that is dead,
    And tell him who hath sent me after him.

    Earl of Warwick. Here comes the Prince.

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