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It were not good: for therein should we read
Doug. 'Faith, and so we should!
A comfort of retirement lives in this.
Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
Wor. But yet, I would your father had been
The eye of reason may pry in upon us :
Hot. You strain too far.
I, rather, of his absence make this use ;-
Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.
Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul.
Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord. [strong, The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand Is marching hitherwards; with him, prince
Hot. No harm: What more?
Ver. And further, I have learn'd,The king himself in person is set forth, Or hitherwards intended speedily, With strong and mighty preparation. Hot. He shall be welcome too.
The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales, And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside, And bid it pass?
Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms,
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
The complexion, the character.
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, [ship.
O, that Glendower were come!
I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach unto?
Ver. To thirty thousand.
My father and Glendower being both away,
Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-A Public Road near Coventry. Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through; we'll to Sutton-Colfield tonight.
Bard. Will you give me money, captain?
Bard. This bottle makes an angel.
if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labour; and the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet
me at the town's end.
Bard. I will, captain: farewell. [Exit. Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a souced gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. I have got, in exexchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good householders, yeomen's such as had been asked twice on the bans; sons: inquire me out contracted bachelors, such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as report of a caliver, worse than a struck fowl, lief hear the devil as a drum; such as fear the or a hurt wild duck. I pressed me none but such toasts and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and they whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, have bought out their services; and now my lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as the glutton's dogs licked his sores: and such ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where as, indeed, were never soldiers; but discarded brothers, revolted tapsters, and ostlers tradeunjust serving-men, younger sons to younger fallen; the cankers of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more dishonourably
Bewitch, charm. A fish. : A gun.
ragged than an old faced ancient:* and such have I, to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services, that you would think, that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scare-crows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat-Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyvest on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company: and the half-shirt is two napkins, tacked together, and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or the red-nose inn-keeper of Daintry.‡ But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
Enter Prince HENRY and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt?
Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag? what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire?-My good lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought, your honour had already been at Shrewsbury.
West. 'Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and you too; but my powers are there already: The king, I can tell you, looks for us all; we must away all night.
Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
P. Hen. I think, to steal cream indeed; for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack; Whose fellows are these that come after?
West. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare; too beggarly.
Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty,I know not where they had that: and for their bareness, -I am sure, they never learned that of me.
P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs, bare. But, sirrah, make haste; Percy is already in the field. Fal. What, is the king encamped? West. He is, Sir John; I fear, we shall stay too long.
To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast,
Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and
Doug. Yea, or to-night. Ver. Content.
Hot. To-night, say I.
Ver. Come, come, it may not be.
That you foresee not what impediments
And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy In general, journey-bated, and brought low; The better part of ours is full of rest.
Wor. The number of the king exceedeth
For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in. [The Trumpet sounds a parley.
Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect. Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; And 'would to God,
You were of our determination!
Some of us love you well: and even those some
Blunt. And God defend, but still I should stand so,
So long as, out of limit and true rule,
You shall have your desires, with interest;
Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know,
Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
He came but to be duke of Lancaster,
* Conduct, experience.
The delivery of his land.
With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,- | As I am truly given to understand,
The king, with mighty and quick-raised power,
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
(Who'with them was a rated sinew too,*
In short time after, he deposed the king;
(Who is, if every owner were well plac'd,
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king?
Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
Ilot. And, may be, so we shall.
Arch. No, Mortimer's not there.
Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord
And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head
Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath
The special head of all the land together;-
Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
Therefore, make haste: I must go write again
K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
P. Hen. The southern wind.
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sym
[Exeunt. For nothing can seem foul to those that win.Trumpet.—Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
SCENE IV.-York.-A Room in the Arch
How now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well,
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, and a GENTLE- As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust;
And made us dofft our easy robes of peace,
Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
For mine own part, I could be well conten
A strength on which they reckoned
I have not sought the day of this dislike. K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes it then?
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace.
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks
Of favour, from myself, and all our house;
In Richard's time; and posted day and night
And such a flood of greatness fell on you,What with our help; what with the absent king;
What with the injuries of a wanton time;
That all in England did repute him dead,—
To gripe the general sway into your hand :
For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have ar-
Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; To face the garment of rebellion
With some fine colour, that may please the eye
And never yet did insurrection want
P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many
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
In praise of Henry Percy; By my hopes,-
I do not think, a braver gentleman,
A chattering bird, a pie. + Exhibited in articles.
To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we
Albeit, considerations infinite
Do make against it :-No, good Worcester, no,
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. 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:
[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 fare
Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.
P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death.
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.
SCENE II.-The Rebel Camp.-Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know,
The liberal kind offer of the king.
Wor. Then are we all undone.
* Painted heraldry in funerals.
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,
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
Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
bear it ; [on. Which cannot choose but bring him quickly Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; [day, And that no man might draw short breath toBut I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell [tempt?
How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in con-
| Of any prince, so wild, at liberty :—
Better consider what you have to do,
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
Enter another MESSENGER.
Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes ou apace.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
Let each man do his best: and here draw I
SCENE III.-Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting.
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Upon my head?
Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas; And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a king. Blunt. They tell thee true.
Doug. 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 a yielder, thou proud Scot;
And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.
[They fight, and BLUNT is slats.