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But stand against us, like an enemy.
Some surety for a safe return again,
Bring him our purposes : and so farewell !
Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love.
Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do!
Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman.
Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief,
How much they do import, you would make haste.
Arch. Like enough, you do.
As I am truly given to understand,
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
Whose power was in the first proportion,
Who with them was a rated sinew too,
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
The special head of all the land together:
And many more corrivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command in arms.
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed !
For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
For he hath heard of our confederacy,-
And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him;
Therefore, make haste! I must go write again,
To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael!
A CT V.
Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir Joux Fal-
K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
Doth play the trumpet to his
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day.
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize;
Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Vernon.
That you and I should meet upon such terms, Of pell-mell havock and confusion.
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
This present enterprize set off his head, -
I do not think, a braver gentleman,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this laiter age with noble deeds.
I have a truant been to chivalry;
Yet this before my father's majesty,-
I am content, that he shall take the odds
Of his great name and estimation,
Try fortune with him in a single fight.
Do make against it. — No, good Worcester, no,
We love our people well; even those we love,
And, will they take the offer of our grace,
What he will do. — But if he will not yield,
Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
(Exeunt Worcester and Vernon.
[Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince John. The seeming sufferances, that
had borne, Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and
P. Hen. Nothing but a colossns can do thee that
Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.
P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Erit. To gripe the general sway into your hand,
Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to рау. Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster,
before his day. What need I be so forward with him, And, being fed by us, you us'd us so
that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off, Useth the sparrow: did oppress our vest,
when I come on? how then?Can honour set to aleg ?No.. Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? That even our love durst not come near your sight, No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing What is honour? A word. What is in that word, We were enforc'd, for safety's sake, to fly
honour? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoOut of your sight, and raise this present head: ning! - Who hath it? He that died o'Wednesday. Whereby we stand opposed by such means, Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it inAs
you yourself have forg'd against yourself, sepsible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suflAnd violation of all faith and troth
er it :- therefore I'll none of it; honour is a mere Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.
scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated,
SCENE II. — The rebel camp.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Ver. 'Twere best, he did.
Wor. Then are we all undone.
It is not possible, it cannot be,
The king should keep his word in loving us;
He will suspect us still, and find a time
Arm,arm, with speed !- And, fellows,soldiers, friends, To punish this offence in other faults:
Better consider, what you have to do, Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes;
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, For treason is but trusted like the fox,
blood up with persuasion. Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish’d, and lock'd up,
Enter a Messenger.. Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,
Hot. I cannot read them now. Interpretation will misquote our looks;
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
When the intent of bearing them is just. And on his father's; — we did train him on;
Enter another Messenger. And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
Mess. My lord, prepare the king comes on apace.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
Let each man do his best! and here draw I
With the best blood, that I can meet withal Enter Ilotspur and Douglas; and Officers and Sol- In the adventure of this perilous day. diers, behind.
Now, — Esperance! - Percy! - and set on!-
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and Doug. Marry, and shal, and very willingly.[Exit.
exeunt. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.
SCENE III. -- Plain near Shrewsbury. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !
Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, battle. Then enter Dougías and Blunt, meeting. Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, - Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou scek
Upon my head ?
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Ver. No, by my soul! I never in my life I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies
the king. To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Why didst thou tell me, that thou wert a king?
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats ; Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Hot. Up, and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt. So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Other alarunus. Enter FALSTAFF.
I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the
pate. — Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt;
there's honour for you: here's no vanity! I am as That he shall shrink under my courtesy:
hot, as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight, than mine own
And thus I win thee.
[They fight; the King being in danger, P. Hen. What, stand'st thuu idle here? lend me
enter Prince Henry, thy sword !
P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
Never to hold it up again! the spirits
Of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms :
Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.-
[They fight; Douglas flies. while!—Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, Cheerly, my lord! How fares your grace?
And so hath Clifton. I'll to Clifton straight.
Thou hast redeem’d thy lost opinion,
Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack That ever said, I hearken’d for your death.
[Throws it at him, and exit. Which would have been as speedy in your end,
[Exit King Henry. me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
Enter Hotspur. unlooked for, and there's an end.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
P Hen. Thou speak'st, as if I would deny my name.
valiant rebel of the name.
I am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
To end the one of us. And 'would to God,
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your help : And all the budding honours on thy crest
Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! - Nay, you shall
Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come! down, as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Hots
[Exeunt Prince John and Westmoreland. Pur is wounded, and falls.
I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Than those proud titles, thou hast won of me;
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my K. Hen. I saw him hold lord Percy at the point,
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophecy,
[Exit. But that the earthy and cold hand of death
Lies on my tongue. — No, Percy, thou art dust, Doug. Another king ! they grow, like Hydra's heads. And food for
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy! Fare thee well,
ml-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
But now, two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough.- This earth, that bears thee dead,
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
It thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so dear a show of zeal.
But let my favours hide thy mangled face!
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
[A retreat is sounded.
To see what friends are living, who are dead.
[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John.
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that
rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll
Fal. (Rising slowly.) Enbowell'á! ifthou embowel The trumpets sound. Enter King Hexer, Prince
[Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded.
The fortune of the day quite turn’d from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
I may dispose of him.
K. Hen. With all my heart.
This honourable bounty shall belong:
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Fal. Didst thou? – Lord! Lord! how this world is Towards York shall bend you, with your darest speed,
Let us not leave, till all our own be won!