The noble Weftmorland, and warlike Blunt; 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 'tis but wisdom to make frong against him: Therefore make hafte, I muft go write again 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, K. Henry. Then with the lofers let it fympathize, 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'fler? 'tis not well. That you That and I should meet upon fuch terms To crush our old limbs in ungentle feel: Di Of broached mifchief, to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content I have not fought the day of this diflike. K. Henry. You have not sought it, Sir; how come? it then? 、,, ), Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Henry. Peace, Chewet, peace. E 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, That all in England did repute him dead : 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 And never yet did Infurrection want ì 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, (This prefent enterprize fet off his head) And will, to fave the blood on either fide, K. Henry. And, Prince of Wales, fo dare we venture thee, Albeit, Confiderations infinite Do make against it: No, good Wor'fter, no, [Exit Worcester, with Vernon. K. Henry. Hence, therefore, every Leader to his Charge. For on their answer we will fet on them. And God befriend us, as our caufe is juft! [Exeunt. Fal. HAL 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 Wor. Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon. Ver. 'Twere beft, he did. Wor. Then we are all undone. It is not poffible, it cannot be, The |