We might see how luck can humiliate a person, and how change can affect you in so many different ways! Oh, even if the happiest youth could read this book of fate—if he could look at his life and see what dangers he had already overcome and what he still had left to deal with—he would shut the book right then and there, and just sit down and die. It hasn't even been ten years since Richard and Northumberland were the greatest friends, always feasting together. And then two years later, they were at war with each other.
It's only been eight years since Northumberland was the person I was closest to in this world. He was like a brother to me, supporting everything that I did, and even committing both his love and his life to my cause.
For my sake, he even showed his resistance to Richard directly. Do you remember when Richard—with his eyes full of tears because of Northumberland's attack—spoke these words? They almost seem like a prophecy now: "Northumberland, you are just the ladder which Bolingbroke has climbed on to get to the throne. But the country was struggling and needed help so I was forced to step up and become a great leader.
Then he went on to say, "The time will come when this awful sin, as it continues to get bigger and bigger, will break out into rebellion. 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.
There is a history book for every man's life, which reveals what has happened to him in the past. If you read this book, you can predict what is going to happen with more certainty. For we know that we can find evidence in the past for everything that is going to happen in the future. The seeds from the past grow up to become the children of our time. Because of this, it means that King Richard could predict that the great Northumberland —already a traitor to him—would continue to let his betrayal grow and grow, until the only other person for him to betray was you.
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. Were all these things necessary then? Well, let's deal with them like necessities, even though the word "necessities" itself goes against us. It is rumored that the Archbishop of York and Northumberland have fifty thousand men in their army. It cannot be, my lord. Rumor 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.
That can't be true, my lord. Rumor, like an echoing voice, always doubles the amount of troops. Please go to bed now, your Grace. I swear on my life that the army you have already sent out will win this battle very easily. To make things even better, I've heard for certain that Glendower is dead. Your Majesty has been ill these past two weeks, and being up at these hours is only going to make you worse. I will take your counsel. And were these inward wars once out of hand, We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land.
I will take your advice. And once we have stopped these civil wars, we will march to the Holy Land , my dear lords. Henry IV, Part 2. Table of Contents. Act 1, Scene 1. Act 1, Scene 2. Page 8. A tanner will last you nine year. A leathermaker will last nine years. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade that he will keep out water a great while, and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.
This skull has lain in the earth three-and-twenty years. Because his hide is so leathery from his trade that he keeps the water off him a long time, and water is what makes your goddamn body rot more than anything. Whose do you think it was? He poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. Damn that crazy madman! He poured a pitcher of white wine on my head once. Let me see. I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
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?
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