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The King fhou'd keep his word in loving us ;
He will fufped us still, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults:
Sufpicion, all our lives, fhall be fuck full of eyes;
For treafon is but trufted like a Fox,

Who ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or fad, or merrily,
Interpretation will mifquote our looks;
And we fhall feed like Oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, ftill the nearer death.
My nephew's trefpafs 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 Offences live upon my head,

And on his father's. We did train him on;
And his corruption, being ta'en from us, alt
We as the spring of all, fhall pay for all. 6
Therefore, good coufin, let not Harry know,
In any case the offer of the King. Food sel
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis fo.

Here comes your coufin.

Enter Hot-fpur and Dowglas.b

uncle is return'd:

Hot. MY 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 fhall; and very willingly.
[Exit Dowglas.
Wor. There is no feeming mercy in the King.
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid!

Wor.

Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
By now forfwearing that he is forfworn.

He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

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 ftept forth before the
King,

And, Nephew, challeng'd you to fingle fight.

He

gave you

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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 fhew'd his talking? feem'd it in contempt? Ver. No, by my foul: I never in my life Did hear a challenge urg'd more modeftly, Unless a brother should a brother dare, To gentle exercife and proof of arms. all the duties of a man, Trim'd up your praises with a princely tongue, Spoke your defervings like a chronicle, Making you ever better than his Praise: [By ftill difpraifing Praise, valued with You.] And, which became him like a Prince indeed, He made a blufhing cital of himself, And chid his truant youth with fuch a grace, As if he master'd there a double spirit, Of teaching, and of learning, inftantly. There did he pause; But let me tell the world, If he out-live the envy of this day, England did never owe fo fweet a hope, So much mifconftrued in his wantonnefs. Hot. Coufin, I think, thou art enamoured Upon his Follies; never did I hear

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Of any Prince, fo wild, at liberty.

But be he as he will, yet once ere night,
I will embrace him with a foldier's arm,
That he fhall fhrink under my courtesy.

Arm, arm with speed. And fellows, foldiers, friends,
Better confider what you have to do,

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with perfuafion.

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CENE V.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.

Hot. I cannot read them now.

O Gentlemen, the time of life is short:
To spend that fhortnefs 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 confciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent for bearing them is juft.

Melf. My lord, prepare, the King comes on apace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profefs not talking: only this,

Let each man do his best.

And here draw I

A fword, whofe temper I intend to ftain:
With the best blood that I can meet withal,
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now, Efperanza! Percy! and fet on!
Sound all the lofty inftruments of war;
And by that music let us all embrace:
For (heav'n to earth) some of us never shall
A fecond time do fuch a courtesy.

[They embrace, then exeunt. The Trumpets found.
SCENE

The King entereth with his Power; Alarm to the battle. Then enter Dowglas, and Sir Walter Blunt.

Blunt.

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THAT is thy name, that thus in battle

croffeft me?

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What honour doft thou seek upon my head?

Dowg. Know then, my name is Dowglas, And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because fome 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 inftead of thee, King Harry, · This fword 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 fhalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.

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Fight, Blunt is flain: 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 breathlefs lies the 35. [King.50

Hot. Where?
Dowg. Here.

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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 foul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title haft thou bought too dear. Why didft 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.

Hot.

Fal. Tdon, I fear the hot here, here's no fcoring THOUGH I could fcape fhot-free at Lon

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'st thou idle here? lend me thy fword;

Many a noble man lies ftark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies; Whose deaths are unreveng'd. Lend me thy fword. Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. Turk Gregory never did fuch deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy; I have made him fure. wolled si

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P. Henry. He is, indeed, and living to kill theep I pr'ythee, lend me thy fword.

Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'ft not my fword: but take my piftol, if thou wilt.

P. Henry. Give it me: what, is it in the cafe?

here's no vanity! In our Author's Time the Negative, in common Speech, was used to defign, ironically, the Excefs of a Thing. Thus Ben Johnfon in Every Man in his Humour, fays,

O here's no Foppery! 'Death, I can endure the Stocks better. Meaning, as the Paffage fhews, that the Foppery was exceffive. And so in many other Places.

Fal.