Act 1, Scene 1

KING HENRY IV   Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
        In envy that my Lord Northumberland
        Should be the father to so blest a son,
        A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
        Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
        Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
        Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
        See riot and dishonour stain the brow
        Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
        That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
        In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
        And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
        Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
        But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
        Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
        Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
        To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
        I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.

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