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King Henry the Fourth, I. iii 

King. My blood hath been too cold and temperate,

Unapt to stir at these indignities.

And you have found me; for accordingly

You tread upon my patience: but, be sure,

I will from henceforth rather be myself,

Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition,

Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,

And therefore lost that title of respect

Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.

Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves

The scourge of greatness to be us'd on it;

And that same greatness too which our own hands

Have holp to make so portly.

North. My lord,—

King. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see

Danger and disobedience in thine eye.

O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,

And majesty might never yet endure

You have good leave to leave us; when we need

Your use and counsel we shall send for you.

Exit Worcester. [To Northumberland.] You were about to speak.

North. Yea, my good lord.

Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,

Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,

 3 found me: guessed my character

6 condition: natural disposition

13 portly: stately

19 moody: angry

frontier: the outworks of a fort, used figuratively 