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The King shou'd keep his word in loving us;
He will susped us ftill, 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 a Fox,,
Who ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd

Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or fad, or merrily;
Interpretation will misquote our looks;
And we fhall feed like Oxen at a stall,
The better cherish’d, still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot, i
It hath th' excuse of youth and heat of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,
A hair-brain'd Hot-fpur, govern'd by a Spleen:
All his Offencesi live upon my head,
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. coe's
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know, 11 il
In any case the offer of the King. 9 1 e

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



Enter Hot-fpur and Dowglas. 11
Hot. Y uncle is return'd:

Deliver up my lord of Westmorland.
Uncle, what news?

Wor. The King will bid you battle presently.
Dowg. Defy him by the lord of Westmorland.
Hot. Lord Douglas, go you then and tell him fo.
Dowg. Marry, I shall; and very willingly.

[Exit Dowglas.
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King.
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !


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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. ii

Enter Dowglas.
Dowg. Arm, gentlemen, to arms; for I have thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth:
And Weftmorland, that was engag'd, did bear it ;
Which cannot chufe but bring him quickly on.
Wor. The Prince of Wales stept 'forth before the

And, Nephew, challeng'd you to single fighti

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 thew'd his talking? feem'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.

all the duties of a man,
Trim'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,
Making you ever better than his Praise:
[By ftill dispraising Praise, valued with You.
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, instantly.
There did he pause; But let me tell the world,
If he out-live the envy of this day,
England did never owe fo'sweet a hope,
So much inisconstrued in his wantonness.

Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
Upon his Follies; never did I hear


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Of any Prince, so wild, at liberty
But bé he as he will, yet once ere night,
I will embrace him with a soldier's

That he shall fhrink under my courtesy.
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 persuasion.

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Enter a Messenger.
Mejl: Y 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 were 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 just.

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1,'. Enter another Mefenger. Mej. My lord, prepare, the King comes on apace.

Hot. 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 ftain: 4 With the best blood that I can meet withal, In the adventure of this perilous day. Now, Esperanza! Percy! and set on: Sound all the lofty instruments of war; And by that music let us all embrace: For (heav'n to earth) some of us never shall A second time do fuch a courtesy: [They embrace, then exeunt. The Trumpets found.


Blunt. WHAT's thy name, that thus in battle

SC E N E VI. The King entereth with his Power,; Alarm to the battle.

Then enter Dowglas, and Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. VHAT is

crosseft ? What honour dost thou seek upon my head?

Dowg. Know then, my name is Dowglas, And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a King.

Blunt. They tell thee true.

Dowg. The lord of Stafford dear to day hath bought Thy likeness ; for instead of thee, King Harry, . This sword hath ended him; so shall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

Blunt. I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot, And thou shalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.

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Fight, Blunt is sain: then enter Hot-spur. Hot. O Dowglas,' hadft thou fought at Holmedon

thus, I'never had triumphed o'er a Scot. Dowg. All's done, all's won, here breathless lies the

King's Hot. Where? Dowg. Here.

Hot. This, Dowglas? no: I know his face full well: A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himself.

Dowg. Ah! fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title haft thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a King?

Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats. Dowg. Now by my sword, I will kill all his coats ; I'll murder all his wardrobe piece by piece, Until I meet the King.


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Hot. Up and away, Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt.


Alarm, enter Falstaff folus, Fal. THOUGH I could 'scape shot-free at Lont

, but upon the pate. Soft, who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt ? there's honour for you ; *here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten lead, and as heavy too: heav'n keep lead out of me, I need no more weight than mine own bowels! I have led my rag-o-muffians where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?

Enter Prince Henry P. Henry. What, ftand'lt thou idle here? lend me

thy sword; Many a noble man lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies; Whose deaths are unrevengd. Lend me thy sword.

Fal. O Hal, I prythee, give me leave to breathe a while.:. Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.

It's still P. Herrý. Hę, iş, indeed, and living to kill theer, I pr’ythee, lend me thy sword.

Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my sword: but take my pistol, if thou 'wilt.

P. Henry. Give it me : what, is it in the case ? * here's no vanity! In our. Author's Time the Negative, in common Speech, was used to delign, ironically, the Excess of a Thing. Thus Ben Johnson in Every Man in his Humour, says, O here's no Foppery! Death, I can endure the Stocks better. Meaning, as the Passage thews, that the Foppery was exceflive. And so in many

other Places.

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