Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, fir Michael,
What with the fickness of Northumberland,

(Whose power was in the firft proportion)

And what with Owen Glendower's abfence thence,
(Who with them was a rated finew too,
And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies)-
I fear, the power of Percy is too weak

To wage an inftant trial with the king.

Sir Mich. Why, my good lord, you need not fear; There's Douglas and lord Mortimer.

York. No, Mortimer is not there.

Sir Mich. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Percy,

And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head

Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

York. And fo there is: but yet the king hath drawn The special head of all the land together ;The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, The noble Weftmoreland, and warlike Blunt; And many more corrivals, and dear men

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Of estimation and command in arms.

Sir Mich. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well

pos'd.

York. I hope no lefs, yet needful 'tis to fear;
And, to prevent the worft, fir Michael, fpeed:
For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
Difmifs 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 hafte: I must go write again

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To other friends; and fo farewell, fir Michael. [Exeunt.

(Whose power was in the first proportion)]-Who furnished the Jargeft quota.

a rated finew]-a part of their ftrength much relied on. #corrivals,]-partners, affociates.

ACT

ACT V.

SCENE I.

The Camp at Shrewsbury.

Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,
Earl of Westmoreland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir John
Falstaff.

K. Henry. How bloodily the fun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
At his diftemperature.

P. Henry. The fouthern wind

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes :

And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempeft, and a bluftering day.

K. Henry. Then with the lofers let it sympathize,
For nothing can seem foul to those that win.-

Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Vernon.

How now, my lord of Worcester ? 'tis not well,
That you and I should meet upon fuch terms
As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust;
And made us doff our eafy robes of peace,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel;
This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What fay you to't? will you again unknit
This churlifh knot of all-abhorred war?

And move in that obedient orb again,

Where you did give a fair and natural light;

And be no more an exhal'd meteor,

t busky]-woody.

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ;]-Ufhers in, founds a prelude to what this ftrange appearance of the fun portends.

A pro

A prodigy of fear, and a portent

Of broached mifchief to the unborn times?

Wor. Hear me, my liege:

For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life

With quiet hours; for, 1 do protest,

I have not fought the day of this dislike.

K. Henry. You have not fought it! how comes it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

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P. Henry. Peace, chewet, peace.

Wor. It pleas'd your majefty, to turn your looks
Of favour, from myself, and all our house ;
And yet I must remember you, my lord,
We were the firft and dearest of your friends.
For you, my staff of office did I break
In Richard's time; and pofted day and night
To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
When yet you were in place and in account
Nothing fo ftrong and fortunate as I.

It was myself, my brother, and his fon,

That brought you home, and boldly did outdare
The dangers of the time: You swore to us,-
And you did fwear that oath at Doncaster,-
That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
The feat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster :
To this we fware our aid. But, in short space,
It rain'd down fortune fhowering on your head;
And fuch a flood of greatnefs fell on you,-

What with our help; what with the absent king;
What with the injuries of a wanton time;

chewet,]-magpie.

* of a wanton time;]-done by King Richard in the wantonness of profperity.

The

The feeming fufferances that you had borne ;
And the contrarious winds, that held the king
So long in his unlucky Irish wars,

That all in England did repute him dead,→
As from this fwarm of fair advantages,
You took occafion to be quickly woo'd
To gripe the general fway into your hand:
Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
And, being fed by us, you us❜d us so
'As that ungentle gull, the cuckow's bird,
Ufeth the fparrow: did opprefs our neft;
Grew by our feeding to fo great a bulk,

That even our love durft not come near your fight,
For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
We were enforc'd, for fafety fake, to fly

Out of your fight, and raise this present head:
Whereby you ftand opposed by such means
As you yourself have forg'd against yourself;
By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth

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Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.

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K. Henry, These things, indeed, you have articulated, Proclaim'd at market-croffes, read in churches; To face the garment of rebellion

With fome fine colour, that may please the eye

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Of fickle changelings, and poor & difcontents,
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
Of hurly-burly innovation :

And never yet did infurrection want

Such water-colours, to impaint his caufe;

YAs that ungentle gull, &c.]—the young cuckow, hatch'd and rear'd by the sparrow to her own deftruction. The cuckow lays her eggs in the nefts of other birds. z we. a dangerous]-threat'ning.

b articulated,]-exhibited in articles, fet down article by article. To face-To turn up, adorn, garnish. d dijcontents,]-malecontents.

Nor

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Nor moody beggars, ftarving for a time

Of pell-mell havock and confufion.

P. Henry. In both our armies, there is many a fout 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 prefent enterprize ' fet 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.
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
I have a truant been to chivalry;

And fo, I hear, he doth account me too:
Yet this before father's majefty,-
I am content, that he fhall take the odds

my

Of his great name and eftimation;

And will, to fave the blood on either fide,

Try fortune with him in a fingle fight.

K. Henry. And, prince of Wales, fo dare we venture

thee,

Albeit, confiderations infinite

Do make against it :- No, good Worcester, no,

We love our people well; even those we love,
That are mif-led upon your coufin's part:
And, will they take the offer of our grace,
Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man
Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his :
So tell your coufin, and bring me word
What he will do:-But if he will not yield,

ftarving for a time]-watching for it with the cagerness of hunger fet off his head,]-taken from his account.

Know, good Worcester, know.

Rebuke