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The noble Weftmorland, and warlike Blunt;
And many more corrivals, and dear men

Of eftimation and command in arms.

Sir Mich. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd.

York, I hope no lefs: yet; needful 'tis to fear.
And to prevent the worst, Sir Michell, speed;
For if lord Percy thrive not, ere the King
Difmifs his power, he means to vifit us;
For he hath heard of our Confederacy,

And 'tis but wisdom to make frong against him:

Therefore make hafte, I muft go write again

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To other friends; and fo farewel, Sir Michell. [Exeunt.

V. SCENE

ACT V.

The Camp at SHREWSBURY.

I.

Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancafter, Earl of Weftmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falftaff.

K. HENRY.

OW bloodily the Sun begins to peer

H Above yon bulky hill! the day looks pale

At his diftemperature.

P. Henry. The fouthern wind

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whiftling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempest, and a bluft'ring day.

K. Henry. Then with the lofers let it fympathize,

For nothing can feem foul to thofe that win.

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Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon..

K. Henry. How now, my lord of Wor'fler? 'tis not

well.

That

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That and I should meet upon fuch terms
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our Trust
And made us doff our eafy robes of peace

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To crush our old limbs in ungentle feel: Di
This is not well, my lord, this is not well:iola!
What say you to't? will you again unknit !
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 exhal'd meteorolo
A prodigy of fear, and a portent

Of broached mifchief, 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 proteft,

I have not fought the day of this diflike.

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K. Henry. You have not sought it, Sir; how come?

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Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Henry. Peace, Chewet, peace.

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Wor. It pleas'd your Majesty, to turn your looks Of favour from myself, and all our Houfe And yet I must remember you, my lord, où b. A We were the first and dearest of your frien is :For you, my ftaff of office I did break ... .. In Richard's time, and pofted day and night To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand ; When yet you were in place and in account l Nothing so strong and fortunate, as such. Si #C It was myself, my brother, and his fon, f. 17. That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare!! The dangers of the time. You swore to us,? 24 23. (And you did fwear that Oath at Doncaster done That you did nothing purpofe 'gainft the State, me Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n Right; The feat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster. RO To this, we fwear our aid: but in short space milf5

It rain'd down fortune fhow'ring on your head,
And fuch a flood of greatnefs 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 occafion to be quickly woo'd,
To gripe the gen'ral Sway into your hand;
Forgot your oath to us at Doncafter;
And being fed by us, you us'd us fo,
As that ungentle gull, the Cuckow's bird,
Ufeth the Sparrow; did oppress our neft,
Grew by our feeding to fo great a bulk,
That ev'n our love durft not come near your fight
For fear of fwallowing; but with nimble wing
We were inforc'd for fafety's fake to fly
Out of your fight, and raise this present head:
Whereby we ftand opposed by fuch means
As you yourself have forg'd against yourself,
By unkind ufage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth,

Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.

K. Henry. These things, indeed, you have articulated, Proclaimid at market-croffes, and read in churches, To face the garment of Rebellion ... 16

With fome 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.

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And never yet did Infurrection want ì
Such water colours, to impaint his caufe:
Nor moody beggars, ftarving for a time..
Of pellamell havock and confufion.

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P. Henry. In both our armies there is many a foul Shall pay full dearly, for this bold encounter,

If

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 prefent enterprize fet 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,
Το grace this latter age with noble deed.
For my part, I may speak it to my fhame,
I have a truant been to Chivalry,
And fo, I hear, he doth account me too.
Yet this before my father's Majefty,
I am content that he shall take the odds
Of his great Name and Eftimation;

And will, to fave the blood on either fide,
Try fortune with him, in a single fight.

K. Henry. And, Prince of Wales, fo dare we venture thee,

Albeit, Confiderations infinite

Do make against it: No, good Wor'fter, no,
We love our People well; even those we love,
That are mil-led upon your Coufin'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 fhall 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-fpur both together
Are confident against the world in arms.

K. Henry. Hence, therefore, every Leader to his

Charge.

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For on their answer we will fet on them.

And God befriend us, as our caufe is juft! [Exeunt.

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if thou fee me down in the battel, and beftride me, fo; 'tis a point of friendship. P. Henry. Nothing but a Coloffus can do thee that friendship: Say thy prayers, and farewel.

Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Henry. Why, thou oweft heav'n a death. 14 Fal. 'Tis not due yet: I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be fo 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 furgery 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 infenfible then? yea, to the dead: but will it not live with the living? no: why? Detraction. will not fuffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it; honour is a mere fcutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exis

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Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.
No, my nephew muft 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 poffible, it cannot be,

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