Bullingbrook Blues
in
Henry IV Part One
One thing we’ve
learned from Shakespeare is that kings don’t have a lot of fun. Mostly they seem to have cares and woes, poor
lads. When they’re not being murdered,
they’re regretting being murderers. Nobody ever likes them – well, not usually,
anyway – and it seems they’re always being plotted against.
Henry IV regrets, if not being a murderer
at least having caused a murder to take place and he is definitely plotted
against. And he doesn’t even get to be the star of his own play. That position is shared by his hoodlum son
Prince Hal, the bawdy irreverent Falstaff and the hot-headed Hotspur.
But look carefully. Henry Bullingbrook
holds it all together.
It’s not easy, though. From the very first
lines we see that the cares Richard has handed over with the crown are piling
up. Henry tells his council:
So shaken as we are,
so wan with care,
Find we a time for
frighted peace to pant
And breathe short-winded
acts of new broils
To be commenced in
strands afar remote. (Act 1.1)
All is not well in Henry’s England. Immediately
after these lines fresh reports come. From the north, we and Henry are told,
‘gallant Hotspur’ and ‘brave Archibald’ of Scotland are conniving, and Hotspur’s
uncle Worcester is ‘malevolent to you in all aspects’ (Act 1.1). We soon learn
that Hotspur’s cousin Mortimer and the flamboyant Welshman Owen Glendower as
well as the archbishop of York are also plotting against Henry.
These are not just petty personal quarrels
or family feuds. As Jean E Howard points out in her introduction to the play in
the Norton edition, Henry is being confronted by the ‘monarch’s central
problem: how to maintain control over and enforce unity upon the territories
over which he claims dominion but which threaten to break away or assert a
worrisome autonomy’ (p. 1179). Hotspur’s Northumberland, Glendower’s Wales,
York and Scotland – all of them were unruly and wild rebellious territories and
Henry had his monarchically unity work cut out for him.
As if it’s not enough to have his own
aristocratic friends and relatives from all sides of the country against him
Henry is also having trouble closer to home.
The working class of London are not gentle meek lambs. They go about
robbing travellers and carousing and joking crudely, not the least about the
king. Worst of all is someone who should
know better, someone who should be on Henry’s side, a knight no less. We speak
of course of the gloriously crude and irreverent Sir John Falstaff who’s not on
anyone’s side but his own and though we love his ‘what is honour’ monolog,
Henry would have been appalled had he heard it, as were many who heard it on
stage in Shakespeare’s day, no doubt.
Closer still to home, to Henry’s very
heart, is the rebellion of his own beloved son, the hooligan Prince Hal. In very moving monologs Henry compares the
hot-headed but noble and honourable Hotspur to his own Hal:
… I, by looking on
the praise of him,
See riot and
dishonour stain the brow
Of my young Harry…
(Act 1.1)
He wishes it could be proven that the two
had been switched by fairies at birth and that Hotspur were his son. In Act 3.2
he upbraids Hal for the young prince’s wild behaviour, unworthy of the king’s
own reputation. He compares Hal to the scorned Richard, jeered at because he
‘mingled his royalty with carping fools,’ he tells Hal that Hotspur ‘hath more
worthy interest to the state / than thou’ and complains
Why, Harry, do I tell
thee of my foes,
Which art my near’st
and dearest enemy? (Act 3.2)
Hal comes round and does his princely
duties, as he has always said he would, and Henry has reason in the end to be
proud of his crown prince.
As the war approaches Henry takes firm
control and shows himself to be a rather good king by asking the rebels what
their grievances are and offering to grant them, thus avoiding war. This doesn’t happen, the war goes on. Henry
is victorious.
But the memory remains of Henry
Bullingbrook’s final words in Richard II:
Lords, I protest, my
soul is full of woe
That blood should
sprinkle me to make me grow.
Come, mourn with me
for that I do lament,
And put on sullen
black incontinent.
I’ll make a voyage to
the Holy Land,
To wash this blood off
from my guilty hand. (Richard II Act
5.6)
In this play’s opening scene he’s still
planning a crusade but at hearing of the turmoil at home he says
It seems then that
the tidings of this broil
Brake off our
business for the Holy Land. (Act 1.1)
So his conscience – maybe his worst enemy?
– is not to be cleared this time either.
As the war ends victoriously for him, Henry
Bullingbrook says confidently enough
Rebellion in this
land shall lose his way,
Meeting the check of
such another day.
And since this
business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till
all our own be won.
Storm clouds are still threatening on the
horizon. Henry IV Part Two is about
to unfold. Bullingbrook’s blues continue.
Works cited:
- William Shakespeare, the Complete Works, the RSC edition, 2007. Edited by Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen
- Howard, Jean E. Introduction in The Norton Shakespeare, based on the Oxford Edition. Ed. Greenblatt, Stephen et al. Second edition, 2008.
Films seen:
- BBC, 1979. Director: David Giles. Cast: Prince Hal – David Gwillim; King Henry – Jon Finch; Falstaff – Anthony Quayle; Hotspur – Tim Pigott-Smith; Mortimer – Robert Morris; Lady Mortimer – Sharon Morgan; Owain Glyndwr – Richard Owens.
- This is a well-done production. Jon Finch is very good as Henry, Quayle is a convincing Falstaff and the others are generally very good too. The only question mark is Gwillim as Hal, probably because I saw Branagh as Henry V first. Gwillim was better the second time (or was it the third) that we watched the play, but for me Hal will always be Branagh.
- The Globe, 2012. Director: Dominic Dromgoole. Cast: Prince Hal – Jamie Parker; King Henry – Oliver Cotton; Falstaff – Roger Allam; Hotspur – Sam Crane; Mortimer – Daon Broni; Lady Mortimer – Jade Williams; Owain Glyndwr – Sean Kearns.
- This is a very boisterous production. Roger Allam is the star; he’s an excellent Falstaff. Jamie Parker is good as Prince Hal and Sam Crane is a handsome Hotspur. Oliver Cotton isn’t nearly as good as Jon Finch but the rest of the cast is fine. It’s very funny at times but is a bit slow at others. But as always, the Globe itself is a very strong presence and carries the play all by itself at times.
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