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| Character | Lady Percy | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Female | |
| Age Range(s) | Young Adult (20-35), Adult (36-50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Angry, Scolding, Persuasive, Complaining, Frustrated | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Historical | |
| Description | Lady Percy reprimands the Earl of Northumberland | |
| Location | ACT II, Scene 3 | |
Summary
In Henry IV part 1 King Henry IV had to deal with a rebel army trying to depose him. The king's army had fought the rebel army, led by Hotspur, at Shrewsbury. Part 2 starts with the rebels losing the battle against the king but they soon reorganize under the leadership of the Archbishop of York, Thomas Mowbray, Lord Hastings and Lord Bardolph.
Among the people fIghting for the king we find Falstaff, a funny, aging small time criminal who is also good friends with Prince Henry, the king's son, with whom he spends time at various taverns. Falstaff gets the credit for having killed Hotspur, the leader of rebel army, even if Prince Henry actually did it. He gets a lot of respect for it and is later called to recruit an army to keep fighting the rebel army.
This scene takes place at the Earl of Northumberland's castle. He is Hotspur father and he tells Lady Percy, Hotspur's widow, that he is planning to help the rebel army by sending his troops to fight the king's army. Lady Percy reprimands him for not sending his troops earlier when his son needed his help. He is now dead and she argues that to go to war now would be pointless.
Among the people fIghting for the king we find Falstaff, a funny, aging small time criminal who is also good friends with Prince Henry, the king's son, with whom he spends time at various taverns. Falstaff gets the credit for having killed Hotspur, the leader of rebel army, even if Prince Henry actually did it. He gets a lot of respect for it and is later called to recruit an army to keep fighting the rebel army.
This scene takes place at the Earl of Northumberland's castle. He is Hotspur father and he tells Lady Percy, Hotspur's widow, that he is planning to help the rebel army by sending his troops to fight the king's army. Lady Percy reprimands him for not sending his troops earlier when his son needed his help. He is now dead and she argues that to go to war now would be pointless.
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| LADY PERCY O yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! The time was, father, that you broke your word, When you were more endeared 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? 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 To do brave acts: he was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves: He had no legs that practised not his gait; And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, Became the accents of the valiant; 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, 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 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 With others than with him! let them alone: The marshal and the archbishop are strong: Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, Have talk'd of Monmouth's grave. |
