"Methinks I see an English host "Nine wargangs 2 beiring braid and wide, It wad do any living gude, To see their colours fly! "If this be true, my little boy, That thou tells unto me, The brawest bower 3 o' the Otterburne "But I hae dreamed a dreary dream, I saw a deid man win a fight, He belted on his gude braid-sword, But he forgot the hewmont 5 strong, When Percy wi' the Douglas met, They swakkit swords, and they twa swat, But Percy wi' his gude braid-sword, And then he called his little foot-page, And fetch my ae1 dear sister's son, "My nephew gude!" the Douglas said, "My wound is deep; I fain wad sleep! 3 Wi' the saut tear in his e'e; And he hid him by the bracken bush, The moon was clear, the day drew near, The Gordons gay, in English blude 1 own. 2 know. 8 salt. 1 1 The Lindsays flew like fire about, The Percy and Montgomery met, They swakkit1 swords, and sair they swat, "Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy!" he said, "To whom maun I yield," Earl Percy said, “Thou shalt not yield to lord or loun,2 This deed was done at the Otterburne Earl Douglas was buried at the bracken bush, KING HENRY THE FOURTH WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ALL the thirteen years of his reign, Henry IV. was occupied with the struggle to maintain himself on the throne. Richard's friends refused to believe that their king was dead, and gave ready credence to an impostor who was harboured at the court of Scotland. The great barons who had taken Henry's part against Richard, the Percys of Northumberland and the Mortimers of the Marches, were dissatisfied 1 smote. 2 a person of low rank. with the king they had made, and levied war against him. The insurgents were joined by the Welsh and the Scotch, and the usurper seemed likely to be overwhelmed. The battle of Shrewsbury (1403) was a decisive victory for the House of Lancaster. Ten years later, Henry IV., worn out by the anxieties of his reign, tormented by remorse for the murder of Richard, haunted by doubts as to his title to the crown, jealous and suspicious even of his eldest son, lay dying in the Jerusalem Chamber at Westminster Abbey. This barren fulfilment of a cherished hope seemed the crowning mockery of his troubled life. (Enter King Henry, Prince John of Lancaster, the Earl of Westmoreland, Sir Walter Blunt, and others.) King. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood; Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathèd knife, No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Then let me hear Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland, What yesternight our council did decree Westmoreland. My liege, this haste was hot in question,3 And many limits of the charge 4 set down Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, 1 for that purpose. 2 expedition. 3 under earnest discussion. 4 estimates of the cost. |