LADY PERCY

Henry IV, Part 1 and Henry IV, Part 2
Arden 3 | David Scott Kastan | London: Bloomsbury, 2002
and Arden 2 | A.R. Humphries | London: Bloomsbury, 1967

Henry IV, Part 2, Act 2, Scene 3, 9-45
Arden 2 | 1967

Speech
Arden 2 | 1967

LADY PERCY
O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!
The time was, father, that you broke your word        10
When you were more endear’d to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?               15
There were two honours lost, yours and your son’s.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move                        20
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practis’d not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;                        25
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,                       30
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others. And him—O wondrous him!
O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war                   35
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice         40
With others than with him! Let them alone.
The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.                         45

Words and Pronunciation +
Arden 2 | 1967

Words

that: when (Humphries)

endear’d: bound by honourable attachment. (Humphries)

stuck: Used for ‘the fixity and lustre of a heavenly body in its sphere’ (Shaaber, quoting Ham., V. ii. 268-9— ‘Your skill shall, like a star i’th’ darkest night, / Stick fiery off indeed’; and Ant., V. ii. 79-80—‘His face was as the heav’ns, and therein stuck / A sun and moon’). (Humphries)

grey: Often used for ‘blue’, as in Tit., II. ii. 1—‘The hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey’, and Peele, Old Wives’ Tale (Bullen, i. 318)—‘The day is clear, the welkin bright and grey’. (Humphries)

vault: sky (SW); roof, covering, ceiling (SW); vault, cavern, chamber (SW); wine cellar, liquor store-room (SW)

chivalry: knights, men at arms (SW); knightly qualities (SW); knightly prowess, warlike distinction (SW)

glass: Like ‘mirror’ (e.g. Myrroure for Magistrates), frequently used for ‘example’, ‘model’; cf. Sir Thomas More (Mal. Soc., II. 752-3)—‘Ile be thy glasse, dresse thy behauiour according to my cariage’; and Ham., III. i. 161—‘the glass of fashion’. (Humphries)

practise: put to use, employ (SW); copy, emulate, carry out (SW); engage in, carry on, take up (SW)

gait: manner of walking, bearing, movement (SW): proceedings, course, doings, steps (SW)

speaking thick: i.e. speaking impetuously. Cf. Cymb., III. ii. 58-60— ‘Say and speak thick— / Love’s counsellor should fill the bores of hearing / To the smothering of the sense’. ‘The phrase has been interpreted … as meaning either “having a defect of speech” … or “having a guttural accent”…. [It] in fact means simply “rapid, or hurried, speech”, a frequent Elizabethan sense…. Over-haste in speaking, of course, might lead to want of clarity in enunciation [“which nature made his blemish”]. … The origin of the stage tradition of stuttering this part was Schlegel’s translation of the word thick by stottern, after which German actors stuttered the part and set a fashion’ (Sisson, New Readings). Shakespeare is recalling the impulsive, crowded utterance he had given Hotspur, appropriate to his name (or perhaps the Northumbrian burr?). No such characteristic appears in the chronicles. (Humphries)

accents: ……………..(SW)

tardily: ………… (SW)

perfection:  …..(SW)

abuse: ……..(SW)

diet: ……(SW)

affections of delight: inclinations to pleasure. (Humphries)

humours of blood: caprices of temperament.(Humphries)

mark: guiding sign.(Humphries)

copy: example, model, pattern (SW); original, master-copy (SW)

fashion’d: ………………(SW)

unseconded: unsupported, unsustained (SW)

abide a field: face a battle. (Humphries)

defensible: furnishing the means of defence’ (Humphries)

precise: puritanical, strictly moral, scrupulously correct (SW); scrupulously pure, strictly observed, unstained (SW)

nice: fastidious, particular, fussy, overscrupulous (SW); fine, precise, particular, subtle (SW)

Pronunciation +

powers: (line 14) Q; Powres-F; pow’rs Pope. (Humphries)

heaven: (line 19) possibly heav’n (Leung)

Monmouth: (line 45) Mon-muth

Translation
No Fear Shakespeare

LADY PERCY

For God’s sake, don’t go to these wars! Father-in-law, you once broke your word when you had better reason to keep it than you do now. Your own son Percy—my heart’s beloved Harry—looked northward again and again, hoping to see his father coming with an army. But he hoped in vain. Who persuaded you to stay home that time? Two honors were lost in that battle: yours, and your son’s. As for yours, I hope God will make it shine again. As for Harry’s honor, it clung to him like the sun in a pale blue sky, and by its light every knight in England was moved to act bravely. He was the mirror in which noble youths dressed themselves. All men copied his way of walking, except those who had no legs.

And talking loudly and quickly—the one flaw nature had given him—became the speech pattern for all brave men. Those who spoke softly and slowly would corrupt their proper speech, just to seem more like Harry. In speech, bearing, and diet; in inclinations toward pleasure, in military actions, and in moods, he was the target, mirror, example, and rulebook that other men followed. And him—Oh wondrous him! Oh miracle of men!—you left him! The best man in the world, unsupported by you, faced the hideous god of war from a position of weakness. His only defense was the sound of his own name, and that is how you left him.

Never insult his memory by letting your honor count more with strangers than with him. Leave them alone: Marshal Mowbray and the Archbishop are strong. If my darling Harry had had half their army, I might be hanging on his neck today, talking about Prince Hal’s grave.

Assonance
Arden 3 | 2012

LADY PERCY
O
yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!
The time was, father, that you broke your word        10
When you were more endear’d to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?               15
There were two honours lost, yours and your son’s.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move                        20
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practis’d not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;                        25
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,                       30
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others. And him—O wondrous him!
O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war                   35
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice         40
With others than with him! Let them alone.
The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.                         45

Alliteration
Arden 3 | 2012

LADY PERCY
O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!
The time was, father, that you broke your word        10
When you were more endear’d to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?               15
There were two honours lost, yours and your son’s.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move                        20
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practis’d not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;                        25
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,                       30
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others. And him—O wondrous him!
O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war                   35
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice         40
With others than with him! Let them alone.
The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.                         45

Consonance
Arden 3 | 2012

LADY PERCY
O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!
The time was, father, that you broke your word        10
When you were more endear’d to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?               15
There were two honours lost, yours and your son’s.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move                        20
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practis’d not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;                        25
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,                       30
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others. And him—O wondrous him!
O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war                   35
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice         40
With others than with him! Let them alone.
The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.                         45

Thoughts
Arden 3 | 2012

LADY PERCY
1. O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!
2. The time was, father, that you broke your word        10
When you were more endear’d to it than now;
(b) When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; (c) but he did long in vain.
3. Who then persuaded you to stay at home?               15
4. There were two honours lost, yours and your son’s.
5. For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
6. For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move                        20
To do brave acts. 7. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
8. He had no legs that practis’d not his gait;
(b) And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;                        25
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. 9. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,                       30
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others. 10. And him— (b) O wondrous him!
(c) O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war                   35
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible: (d) so you left him.
11. Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice         40
With others than with him! 12. Let them alone.
13. The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong:
(b) Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.                         45

THOUGHTS

Long: 4
Medium: 3
Short: 6
Complex:

End stopped: 8
Midline: 5

Period: 9
Exclamation: 3
Question: 1
Dash: 0

Total: 13

Rhythm
Arden 3 | 2012

LADY PERCY
O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!
The time was, father, that you broke your word        10
When you were more endear’d to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?               15
There were two honours lost, yours and your son’s.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move                        20
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practis’d not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;                        25
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,                       30
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others. And him—O wondrous him!
O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war                   35
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice         40
With others than with him! Let them alone.
The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.                         45

Pacing
Arden 3 | 2012

LADY PERCY
O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!               PAUSE
The time was, father, that you broke your word        10
When you were more endear’d to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; ^ but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?               15
There were two honours lost, yours and your son’s.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move                        20
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practis’d not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;                        25
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,                       30
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others. And him—O wondrous him!
O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war                   35
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.
Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice         40
With others than with him! Let them alone.
The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.                         45

Beats
Arden 3 | 2012

LADY PERCY

Beat 1:


O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!


The time was, father, that you broke your word        10
When you were more endear’d to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
Who then persuaded you to stay at home?               15
There were two honours lost, yours and your son’s.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!


For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move                        20
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practis’d not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
Became the accents of the valiant;                        25
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,                       30
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion’d others.

Beat


———————-And him—O wondrous him!
O miracle of men!—him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,
To look upon the hideous god of war                   35
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible: so you left him.

Beat


Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice         40
With others than with him! Let them alone.


The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong:
Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
Today might I, hanging on Hotspur’s neck,
Have talk’d of Monmouth’s grave.                         45

Pronunciation +

shamest: (line 23) Q2–3; sham’st Q4, F; not in Q1 (Weis)

Jesu: (line 29) jeez-yoo or jee-zoo; jayz-yoo or jay-zoo

you: (line 29) The more formal pronoun is used consistently by Nurse when addressing Juliet, while the 13-year-old uses the familiar thou, thee, thy to her servant, in conformity with the etiquette of the day in which social class overrides age. (Weis)

marry: (line 62) mah-ree (UK); meh-ree (US) (OED)

trow: (line 62) tr-ah-oo (UK); tr-oh (US) (OED)

hie: (line 68) hah-ee

wanton: (line 70) want-en or want-in

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