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King Henry the Fourth, V. i

Of broached mischief to the unborn times?

Wor. Hear me, my liege.

For mine own part, I could be well content

To entertain the lag-end of my life

With quiet hours; for I do protest

I have not sought the day of this dislike.

King. You have not sought it! how comes it then?

Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

Prince. Peace, chewet, peace!

Wor. It pleas'd your majesty to turn your looks

Of favour from myself and all our house;

And yet I must remember you, my lord,

We were the first and dearest of your friends.

For you my staff of office did I break

In Richard's time; and posted day and night

To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,

When yet you were in place and in account

Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.

It was myself, my brother, and his son,

That brought you home and boldly did outdare

The dangers of the time. You swore to us,

And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,

That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state,

Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,

The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster.

To this we swore our aid: but, in short space

It rain'd down fortune showering on your head,

And such a flood of greatness fell on you,

What with our help, what with the absent king,

What with the injuries of a wanton time,

The seeming sufferances that you had borne,

And the contrarious winds that held the king

 21 broached: begun

29 chewet: jackdaw (?)

50 wanton time: frivolous reign

51 aufferancessufferances [sic]: sufferings 