Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster ; That even our love durst not come near your sight, Out of your sight, and raise this present head; Sworn to us in your younger enterprize. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated, 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 Such water-colours, to impaint his cause; P. 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 [7] The cuckoo's chicken, who, being hatched and fed by the sparrow, in. whose nest the cuckoo's egg was laid, grows in time able to devour her nurse. JOHNS. 22* VOL. IV. And will, to save the blood on either side, K.Hen. And,prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, 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: 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. [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 [9] In the battle of Agincourt, Henry, when king, did this act of friendship for his brother the duke of Gloucester. STEEV. 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. SCENE II. The Rebel Camp. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir Richard, The liberal kind offer of the king. 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 ; It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood; I A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen; And on his father's;-we did train him on ; Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers,behind. My lord of Westmoreland.-Uncle, what news? [1] The name of Hotspur will privilege him from censure. JOHNS. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. [Exit. Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, Re-enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth, And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, 2 did bear it; Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. s; Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads And chid his truant youth with such a grace,. There did he pause: But let me tell the world,- England did never owe so sweet a hope, [2] Engag'd is delivered as an hostage. turn of Worcester, he orders Westmoreland to be dismissed. A few lines before, upon the re JOHNS. Of any prince, so wild, at liberty :3. But, be he as he will, yet once ere night Arm, arm, with speed :-And, fellows, soldiers, friends, Better consider what you have to do, Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Can lift your blood up with persuasion. Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. Still ending at the arrival of an hour. An if we live, we live to tread on kings; Enter another Messenger. Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; Only this Let each man do his best: and here draw I [The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt. SCENE III. Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alar um to the Battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting. Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus [3] Of any prince that played such pranks, and was not confined as a madmap. JOH. [4] This was the word of battle on Percy's side. POPE. [3]. e. one might wager heaven to earth. WARB. |