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And violation of all fayth and troth
Sworne to vs in your younger enterprise.
King. These thinges indeed, you haue articulate,
Proclaymed at market crosses, read in churches,
To face the garment of rebellion,
With some fine colour that may please the eye
Of fickle changelings, and poore discontents,
Which gape, and rub the elbow at the newes
Of hurly burly innouation:
And neuer yet did insurrection want
Such water colours, to impaint his cause;
Nor moody * beggars, staruing for a time,
Of pel-mell hauocke and confusion.
Prin. In both your armies, there is many a foule
pay full dearely for this encounter.
If once they ioyne in tryall, tell your nephew,
The prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world
In prayse of Henry Percy : by my hopes
This present enterprise set of his head,
I doe not thinke a brauer gentleman,
More actiue, more + valiant, or more valiant young,
More daring, or more bold, is now aliue,
To grace this latter age with noble deedes:
For my part, I may speake it to my shame,
I haue a trewant been to chiualrie,
And so I heare hee doth account mee too;
Yet this before my fathers maiestie,
I am content that he shall take the ods
Of his great name and estimation,
And will, to faue the blood on either side,
Trie fortune with him in single fight.
King. And prince of Wales, fo dare we venture thee,
Albeit, considerations infinite
+ more omitted,
I in a.
Doe make against it: no good Worcester, no,
Wee loue our people well; euen those we loue
That are milled vpon your coosens part:
And will they take the offer of our grace,
Both hee, and they, and you, yea euery man,
Shall be my friend againe, and Ile be his :
So tell your coosen, and bring me word,
What he will doe, But if he will not yeeld,
Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs,
And they shall doe their office. So be gonn,
We will not now be troubled with reply, .
We offer faire, take it aduisedly.
Prin. It will not be accepted, on my life,
The Dowglas and the Hotspur both togeather,
Are confident against the world in armes.
King. Hence therefore, euery leader to his charge,
For on their answere will we set on them;
And God befrend vs, as our cause is iust.
Exeunt. Manent prin. Fal.
Fal. Hal, if thou see me downe in the battell
And bestride me so,' tis a point of friendship.
Prin. Nothing but a Calolus can doe thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell.
Fals. I would it were bed time Hal, and all well.
Prin. Why? thou owest God a death.
Fals. T'is not due yet, I would be loth to pay him before his day: what need I be so forward with him that cals not on me? well, tis no matter," honour pricks me on : yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then can honour set to a leg? no, or an arme? no, or take away the griefe of a wound ? no, honour hath no skill in surgerie then? no: what is honour ? a word: what is that word'honour ? aire : a trim reckoning. Who hath it? he that died a Wednesday ? doth he feele it? no: doth he heare it? no : tis in
sensible then ? yea, to the dead: but will it not live wich the living ? no: why? detraction will not suffer it, therefore Ike none of it; honour is a meere skutchion ? and so ends my catechisme.
Enter Worcester, and fir Richard Vernon.
Wor. O no, my nephew must not know,. fir Richard
The liberall kind offer of the king..
Ver. T'were best he did.
Wor. Then are we all vndone,
It is not possible, it can not be,
The king would keepe his word in lquing vs,
He will suspect ys still, and find a time,
To punish this offence in others * faultes;
Supposition, all our lives, shall be stucke full of eyes;
For treason is but trusted like the foxe,
Who neuer so tame, so cherisht, and lockt vp,
Will have a wilde tricke of his ancesters:
Looke how he t can, or fad or merrily?
Interpretation will misquote our lookes,
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherisht, still the nearer death.
My nephewes trespasse may be well forgot,
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood,
And an adopted name of priuiledge,
A haire-braind Hotspur, gouerned by a spleene;
All his offences liue vpon my head,
And on his fathers. We did traine him on,
And his corruption being tane from vs.
We as the spring of all, sha! pay for all:
Therefore good coofen, let not Harry know
In any case, the offer of the king.
Enter Hotspur. Ver. Deliuer what you wil, Ile say tis fo. Here comes
Hot. My vncle is returnd,
Deliuer vp my lord of Westmerland:
Vncle, what newes?
Wor. The king will bid you battell presently.
Dewg. Defie him by the lord of Weftmerland.
Hot. Lord Dowglas, goc you and tell him so.
Dowg. Marry and shall, and * very willingly.
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid.
Wor. I told him gently of our grieuances,
Of his oath-breaking: which he mended thus,
By now forswearing that he is forsworne,
He cals vs rebels, traytors, and will scourge
With hawty armes, this hatefull name in vs.
Dowg. Arme gentlemen, to armes, for I haue throwne
A braue defiance in king Henries teeth ;
And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it,
Which can not chuse but bring him quichly on.
Wor, The prince of Wales ftept foorth before the king,
And nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.
Hot. O, would the quarrell lay vpon our heads, And that no man might draw short breath to day, But I and Harry Monmouth: tell mee, tell mee, How shewd his talking? feemd it in contempt?
Ver. No, by my foule, I never in my life Did heare a challenge vrg’d more modestly,
Volese a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proofe of armes.
He gaue you all the duties of a man,
Trimd vp your prayses with a princely tongue,
Spoke your deferuings like a chronicle,
Making you euer better then his prayse,
By still disprayfing prayse, valued with you :
And which became him like a prince indeed,
Hee made a blushing citall of himselfe,
And chid his trewant youth with such a grace,
As if he mastred there a double spirit
Of teaching, and of learning instantly:
There did he pause; but let me tell the world,
If he out-liue the enuie of this day,
England did neuer owe so sweete a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonnelle.
Hot. Coosen, I thinke thou art enamored
On his follies : neuer did I heare
Of any prince so wilde at libertie:
But be he as he will, yet once ere night,
I will imbrace him with a souldiers arme,
That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie.
Arme, arme with speed, and fellow's souldiers, friends,
Better consider what you haue to doe,
That I that haue not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood vp with perswasion.
Enter a messenger.
Mes. My lord, here are letters for you.
Hot. I cannot read them now.
O, gentlemen, the time of life is short ;
To spend that shortnesse basely, were too long :
If life did ride vpon a dials poynt,
Still ending at the arriuall of an houre,