That all in England did repute him dead, For fear of swallowing; buth with nimble wing 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 Of fickle changlings, and poor discontents, Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news Of hurlyburly innovation: And never yet did insurrection want Such water-colours, to impaint his cause; Of pellinell havock and confusion. 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 In praise of Henry Percy: By my hopes,- And so, K. Hen. Aud, Prince of Wales, so dare we 120) Java noil venture thee, Albeit, considerations infinite ,, Do make against it: No, good Worcester, no, બ 2.11 [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; and I' K. Hen. Hence, thercrefore, every leader to his charge; For, on their answer, we will 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 thes that friendship. Say_thy prayers, and farewell. well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit Fal. 'Tis not due yet: I would be loth 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 SCENE II. The Rebel Camp. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. 1 Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir The liberal kind offer of the King. Ver. 'Twere best, he did. It is not possible, it cannot be, The King should keep his word in loving us ; 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. Here comes your cousin. Enter HOSTPUR 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; Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, By now forswearing that he is forsworn: He calls us rebels, traitors? and will scourge With haughty arms this hateful name in us. 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, did bear it; Which cannot chuse but bring him quickly on. Wor. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the King, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. Hot. Ó' 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 comtempt? Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly, |