Henry IV, Part I
By William Shakespeare.
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Dramatis Personae
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King Henry the Fourth
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Henry, Prince of Wales, son to the king
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John of Lancaster, son to the king
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Earl of Westmoreland
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Sir Walter Blunt
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Thomas Percy, Earl of Worcester
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Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland
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Henry Percy, surnamed Hotspur, his son
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Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March
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Richard Scroop, Archbishop of York
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Archibald, Earl of Douglas
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Owen Glendower
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Sir Richard Vernon
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Sir John Falstaff
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Sir Michael, a friend to the Archbishop of York
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Poins
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Gadshill
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Peto
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Bardolph
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Lady Percy, wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer
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Lady Mortimer, daughter to Glendower, and wife to Mortimer
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Mistress Quickly, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap
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Lords, officers, sheriff, vintner, chamberlain, drawers, two carriers, travellers, and attendants
Scene: England.
Henry IV, Part I
Act I
Scene I
London. The palace.
Enter King Henry, Lord John of Lancaster, the Earl of Westmoreland, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. | |
King |
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, |
Westmoreland |
My liege, this haste was hot in question, |
King |
It seems then that the tidings of this broil |
Westmoreland |
This match’d with other did, my gracious lord; |
King |
Here is a dear, a true industrious friend, |
Westmoreland |
In faith, |
King |
Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin |