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The noble Westmorland, and warlike Blunt;
And many more corrivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command in arms.
Sir Mich. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well
York. I hope no less: yet; needful 'tis to feat.
And to prevent the worst, Sir Michell, speed ;
For if lord Percy thrive not, ere the King
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us ;
For he hath heard of our Confederacy,
And 'tis but wisdom to make frong against him :
Therefore make hafte, I must go write again
To other friends; and so farewel, Sir Michell. [Exeunt.
The Camp at SHREW SBURY. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of
Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falstaff.
OW bloodily the Sun begins to peer
At his distemperature.
P. Henry. The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempest, and a bluft'ring day.
K. Henry. Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can feem foul to thofe that win.
[The Trumpet founds. Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon, K. Henry. How now, my lord of Wor'fer? 'tis not well.
That you and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our Trust
And made us doff our easy robes of peace
To crush our old limbsvin ungentle seel: lino
This is not well, my lord, this is not well: 100', si
What say you to't? will you again unknit
unknit 3.': :
This churlish knot of all-abhorred war,
And move in that obedient Orb again,
Where you did give a fair and natural light; '
And be no more an exhald meteor, not
A prodigy of fear, and a portent ?
Of broached mischief, to the unborn times?: ?
Wor. Hear me, my Liege : ? For mine own part, I could be well content To entertain the lag end of my life With quiet hours: for I do protest, I have not sought the day of this dislike!' 11'?! K. Henry. You have not fought it, Sir; how come
it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Henry. Peace, Chewet, peace. !!!!... Wor. It pleas'd your Majesty, to turn your looks Of favour from myself, and all our House
I must remember you, my lord... : We were the first and dearest of your frients :: For you, my staff of office I did breakIn Richard's time, and posted day and night.is.com To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand';!! When yet you were in place and in account ] Nothing so strong and fortunate, as I stigli It was myself, my brother, and his fon, 41 ::!, That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare! The dangers of the time. You swore to usz? »i. (And you did swear that Oath at Doncaster :) . W os. That you did nothing purpofe 'gainst the State,: 15 Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n Right ; The seat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster Lantl. To this, we fwear our aid : but in short space : 11; 1.
It rain'd down fortune show'ring on your head,
And such a flood of greatness fell on you,
What with our help, what with the absent King,
What with the Injuries of a wanton time,
The feeming suff'rances that you had borne,
And the contrarious winds that held the King
So long in the unlucky Irish wars,
That all in England did repute him dead :
And from this swarm of fair advantages
You took occalion to be quickly woo'd,
To gripe the gen'ral Sway into your hand ;
Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
And being fed by us, you us'd us so,
As that ungenıle gull, the Cuckow's bird,
Ufeth the Sparrow; did oppress our neft,
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
That ev'n our love durit not come near your sight
For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
We were inforc'd for safety's sake 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 yourself,
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,
Proclaimd at market-crolles, and read in churches,
To face the garment of Rebellion . 16,
With lomc line colour, that may please the eye
Of fickle Changelings and poor Discontents
Which gape, and rub the elbow at the news
Of hurly-burly innovations
And never yet did Infurrection want
Such water-colours, to impaint his causes:
Nor moody beggars, Marving for a time
Of pellmell havock and confusion.
P. Henry. In both pur armies there is many a soul
Shall pay, full dearly for this bold encounter,
If once they join in trial. 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,
with noble deed.
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 Eftimation;
And will, to save the blood on either side,
Try fortune with him, in a single fight.
K. Henry. And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture
Albeit, Considerations infinite
Do make against it: No, good Worster, no,
We love our people well; even those we love,
That are mil-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.
Sọ tell your Cousin, 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.
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 Douglas and the Hot-spur both together
Are confident against the world in arms.
K. Henry. Hence, therefore, every Leader to his
For on their answer we will set on them.
And God befriend us, as our caufe is just! (Exeunt.
S CE N E II.
Manent Prince Henry and Falstaff.
IL, if thou see me down in the battel, and
bestride me, fo; 'tis a point of friendship. P. Henry. Nothing but a Coloflus can do thçe that friendship: Say thy prayers, and farewel.
Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Henry. Why, thou owest heav'n a death. 11.! Fal. 'Tis not due yet: I would be loth 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. But how if honour prick me off, when I come on? how then ? can honour fet 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? a word. What is that word honour? Air; a trim Reckoning.--Who hath it? he that dy'd a 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? Detradion will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it; hon, our is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
[Exit, S CE N E III.
Changes to Percy's Camp.
Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.
Ver. 'Twere beft, he did.
Wor. Then we are all undone.
It is not possible, it cannot be,
O No my nephew must not know, Sir