Of favour, from myself, and all our house; In Richard's time; and posted day and night It was myself, my brother, and his son, What with our help, what with the absent king, That all in England did repute him dead: As you yourself have forg'd against yourself, And violation of all faith and troth Sworn to us in your younger enterprize. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulate3, With some fine colour, that may please the eye And never yet did insurrection want P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, The prince of Wales doth join with all the world 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; I am content, that he shall take the odds 3 These things, indeed, you have ARTICULATE,] So every quarto: "articulate" is to be taken as the past tense, for articulated, as it is printed in the folio. The meaning is, that the rebels have set these things down in articles. In the preceding line the folio omits "your," which is necessary, as well for the sense as the verse. K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee. Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it.-No, good Worcester, no, [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. K. Hen. 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 KING, BLUNT, and Prince JOHN. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. [Exit. Fal. "Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, 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 an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in Air1. A that word, honour? What is that honour? trim reckoning!-Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it :-therefore, I'll none of it: honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. SCENE II. The Rebel Camp. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. Wor. O, no! my nephew must not know, sir Richard, The liberal kind offer of the king. Ver. "Twere best, he did. Wor. It is not possible, it cannot be, Then are we all undone. The king should keep his word in loving us; Suspicion all our lives' shall be stuck full of eyes; What is IN that word, honour? What is that honour? Air.] Our reading is that of the two earliest editions. The quarto of 1608 reads, “What is that word honour? What is that honour? Air;" and the quarto, 1613, only "What is that word, honour? Air." This last is the text adopted by the folio, 1623. Farther on, in the question, "But will it not live with the living?" the earliest quarto omits "it," which is necessary, and is found in the quarto, 1599, and in all subsequent editions. 5 SUSPICION all our lives, &c.] All the old copies have supposition for suspicion." Pope made the correction. Lower down, "Look how we can" is misprinted" Look how he can " in the folio, 1623. VOL. IV. Y The better cherish'd, still the nearer death. A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen. And on his father's: we did train him on; Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; Officers and Soldiers, behind. Hot. My uncle is return'd:-Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland.-Uncle, what news? Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. [Exit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any? 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. Re-enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen! to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it, My lord of Westmoreland.] He had been "impawned, as a surety for the safe return" of Worcester. See Act iv. sc. iii. |