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What with our help, what with the absent King,
What with the injuries of a wanton time,
The seeming suff'rances that you had born,
And the contrarious winds that held the King
So long in the unlucky Iriso wars,
That all in England did repute him dead;
And from this swarm of fair advantages
You took occafion to be quickly woo'd
To gripe the gen'ral fway into
Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
And being fed by us, you us'd us fo,
As that ungentle gull, the Cuckow's bird,
Useth the Sparrow ; did oppress our neft,
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
That ev'n our love durft not come near your fight
For fear of swallowing ; but with nimble wing
We were inforc'd for safety's fake to fly
Out of your fight, and raise this present head :
Whereby we stand opposed by such means
As you yourself have forg'd against your self,
By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth,
Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.

K. Henry. These things indeed you have articulated,
Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches, ·
To face the garment of rebellion
With some fine colour, that may please the eye
Of fickle changelings and poor discontents ;
Which gape, and rub the elbow at the news
Of hurly-burly innovation :
And never yet did Insurrection want
Such water-colours, to impaint his cause ;
Nor moody beggars, Starving for a time
Of pell-mell havock and confufion.

P. Henry. In both our armies there is many a soul Shall pay full dearly for this bold encounter, If once they join in tryal. Tell your nephew, The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world In praise of Henry Percy : By my hopes, (This present enterprize set off his head)

I do not think a braver gentleman,
More active, valiant, or more valued young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
I have a truant been to chivalry,
And so, I hear, he doth account me too.
Yet this before my father's Majesty,
I am content that he shall take the odds
Of his great name and estimation,
And will, to save the blood on either fide,
Try fortune with him in a single fight.

K. Henry. And, Prince of Wales, lo dare we venture thee,
Albeit considerations infinite
Do make against it: No, good Wor'fter, no,
We love our people well; even those we love
That are mis-led upon your cousin's part :
And will they take the offer of our grace,
Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man
Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his.
So tell your coufin, and return me word
What he will do. But if he will not yield,
Rebuke and dread Correction wait on us,
And they shall do their office. So be gone,
We will not now be troubled with reply;
We offer fair, take it advisedly.

[Exit Worcester, with Vernon, P. Henry. It will not be accepted, on my life. The Dowglas and the Hot-spur both together Are confident against the world in arms.

K. Henry. Hence therefore, every leader to his charge. For on their answer will we set on them: And God befriend us, as our cause is just ! [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Manent Prince Henry and Falstaff. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battel, and beftride me, so ; 'tis a point of friendship. P. Henry: Nothing but a Coloffus can de thee that

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Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.
P. Henry. Why, thou ow'ft heav'n ä death.

(Exit Prince Henry. Fal. 'Tis not due yet : I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I bé so forward with him that calls not on me ? well, 'tis no matter, honour pricks me

But how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then ?. can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm ? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no: honour hath no skill in surgery then ? no. What is honour ? á word, What is that word honour ? Air; a trim reckoning. Who hath it ? he that dy'd o' Wednesday. Doth he feel

Doth he hear it? no. Is it insensible then ? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ?

Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a meer scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.

[Exit.
SCENE III. Changes to Percy's Camp.

Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.
Wor. O no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
The liberal kind offer of the King.

Ver. 'Twere beft he did.

Wor. Then we are all undone.
It is not possible, it cannot be,
The King shou'd keep his word in loving us;
He will suspect us still, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults :
Suspicion, all our lives, shall be stuck full of eyes;
For treason is but trusted like the Fox,
Who ne'er so tame, fo cherish'd, and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,
Interpretation will misquote our looks;
And we shall feed like Oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,
It hath th’excuse of youth and heat of blood,
And an adopted name of privilege,
A hare-brain'd Hot-fpur, govern d by a spleen:
All his offences live upon my head,

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And on his father's We did train him on,
And his corruption being ta'en from us,
We as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
In any case, the offer of the King.

Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say 'tis fo.
Here comes your cousin.

SCEŃ E IV. Enter Hot-fpur and Dowglas,

Hot. My uncle is return'd:
Deliver up my Lord of Westmorland,
Uncle, what news ?

Wor. The King will bid you battel presently.
Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmorland.
Hot. Lord Dowglas, go you then and tell him fo.
Dcw. Marry, I fall, and yery willingly. [Exit Dow.
Wor. There is no seeming mercy

in the King, Hor. Did you beg any of him? God forbid !

Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

Enter Dowglas.
Dow. Arm, gentlemen, to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth:
And Weftmorland that was ingag'd did bear it,
Which cannot chuse but bring him quickly on.

Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the King, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.

Hot. o, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
And that no man might draw short breath to-day,
But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
How shew'd his talking ? seem'd it in contempt?

Ver. No, by my soul : I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man,
Trim'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,

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Making you ever better than his praise :
And which became him like a Prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital of himself,
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Of teaching, and of learning inftantly.
There did he pause; But let me tell the world,
If he out-live the envy of this day,
England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
Upon his follies; never did I hear
of any Prince so wild in liberty.
But be he as he will, yet once ere night
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
That he fhall shrink under my courtesie.
Arm, arm with speed! And fellows, soldiers, friends,
Better consider what you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with perfuafion,

SCENE V. Enter a Messenger
Mel. My Lord, here are letters for you.

Hot. I cannot read them now.
O Gentlemen, the time of life is short :
To spend that shortness bafely, 'twere too long
Tho life did ride upon a dial's point
Still ending at th' arrival of an hour.
And if we live, we live to tread on Kings :
If die; brave death, when Princes die with us.
Now for our consciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent for bearing them is juft.

Enter another Messenger.
Mej. My Lord, prepare, the King comes on apace.

Hoi. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
For I profess not talking : only this,
Let each man do his best. And here draw I .
A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
With the belt blood that I can meet withal,
In the adventure of this perilous day.

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