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Of pellmell havock and confusion.
. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul Shall
pay full dearly for this encounter, 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 present enterprize set off his head, I do not think, a braver gentleman, More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, More daring, or more bold, is now alive, To grace this latter
age with noble deeds.
[Ereunt WORCESTER and VERNON.
set off his head,] i. e. taken from his account.
P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life: The Douglas and the Hotspur both together Are confident against the world in arms. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his
charge; For, on their answer, will we set on them: And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
[Exeunt King, BLUNT, and Prince John. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell.
Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death.
[Exit. Fal. "Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls 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 arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning !Who hath it? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it:
-therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon,* and so ends my catechism. [Exit.
Honour is a mere scutcheon,] The reward of brave actions formerly was only some honourable bearing in the shields of arms bestowed upon deservers. But Falstaff having said that honour often came not till after death, he calls it very wittily a scutcheon, which is the painted heraldry borne in funeral proces sions; and by mere scutcheon is insinuated that whether alive or dead, honour was but a name.
The Rebel Camp.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir
Ver. "Twere best, he did.
Then are we all undone.
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. Here comes your cousin.
Enter HOTSPUR and Douglas; and Officers and
Soldiers, behind. Hot. My uncle is return'd :-Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland. _Uncle, what news?
Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
(Exit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
the king, And, nephew, challeng’d you to single fight.
Hot. 0, '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 show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life, Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
My lord of Westmoreland.] He was “impawned as a surety for the safe return" of Worcester.
Unless a brother should a brother dare
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
Enter a Messenger.
Hot. I cannot read them now.
6 He made a blushing cital -] Mr. Pope observes, that by cital is meant taxation ; but perhaps rather recital.
7 of any prince, so wild, at liberty :] of any prince that played such pranks, and was not confined as a madman.