Westminster. The Palace.

              Enter the KING in his nightgown, with a PAGE.

King Henry IV	Go, call the Earls of Surrey and of Warwick;
	But ere they come, bid them o'erread these letters,
	And well consider of them. Make good speed.
													[Exit PAGE.
	How many thousand of my poorest subjects
	Are at this hour asleep? O sleep, O gentle sleep,
	Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
	That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
	And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
	Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
	Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
	And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
	Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
	Under the canopies of costly state,
	And lulled 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 watchcase 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 slipp'ry 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.

                        Enter WARWICK and SURREY.

Warwick	Many good morrows to your majesty!

King Henry IV	Is it good morrow, lords?

Warwick	'Tis one o'clock, and past.

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

Warwick	We have, my liege.

King 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.

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 cooled.

King 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 chance's mocks
	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 toiled 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 brimful of tears,
	Then checked and rated by Northumberland,
	Did speak these words, now proved 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 bowed the state
	That I and greatness were compelled 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.

Warwick	There is a history in all men's lives
	Figuring the nature of the times deceased;
	The which observed, a man may prophesy,
	With a near aim, of the main chance of things
	As yet not come to life, which in their seeds
	And weak beginning lie intreasurd.
	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.

King 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.

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 received
	A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
	Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill,
	And these unseasoned hours perforce must add
	Unto your sickness.

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