Saltillo - Proxy lyrics

(Henry IV, Part 1, William Shakespeare) Could such inordinate and low desires, Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, Such barren pleasures, rude society As thou art matched withal, and grafted to. I know not whether God will have it so For some displeasing service I have done, That, in his secret doom, out of my blood He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me. Accompany the greatness of thy blood, And hold their level with thy princely heart? But thou dost in thy pa**ages of life Make me believe that thou art only marked For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else. Could such inordinate and low desires, Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, Such barren pleasures, rude society As thou art matched withal, and grafted to.. Accompany the greatness of thy blood, And hold their level with thy princely heart?