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you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state ; Nor claim no farther than your new-fallen right, The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster. To this we swore our aid: but, in short space, It rain’d down fortune showering on your head ; 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; 1 The seeming sufferances 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 ;And, from this swarm of fair advantages, You took occasion to be quickly woo'd To gripe the general sway into your hand : Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster ; And, being fed hy us, you used us so As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest; Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, That even our love durst not come near your sight, For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly Out of your sight, and raise this present head; Whereby we stand opposed by such means As you yourself have forged against yourself ; By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
'j. e. the injuries done by King Richard in the wantonness of prosperity.
And violation of all faith and troth
and rub the elbow at the news
P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul
full dearly for this encounter,
1 Exhibited in articles.
? Impatiently expecting.
Yet this, before
father's majesty ;-
[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. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [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; Honor pricks me Yea, but how if Honor prick me off when I come on? how then ? Can Honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is Honor? A word. What is in that word, Honor ? What is that Honor ? 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. Honor is a mere scutcheon, and so ends
The rebel camp.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Ver. "Twere best, he did.
Then are we all undone.
It is not possible, it cannot be,
for all. Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know, In any case, the offer of the king.
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say 'tis so. Here comes your cousin.
Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and
Hot. My uncle is return’d. Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland. Uncle, what news?
Wor. The king will bid you battle presently.