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But stand against us like an enemy.
Too indirect for long continuance. Blunt. And God defend, but still I should Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king?
Hol. Not so, sir Walter ; we'll withdraw awhile. So long as, out of limit, and true rule,
Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
Some surely for a sase return again,
Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and Such bold hostility, teaching this duteous land
love. Audacious eruelty: If that the king
Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Have any way your good deserts forgot,
'Pray heaven, you do! Which he confesscth to be manifold, He bids you name your griefs; and, with all speed SCENE IV.-York. A room in the archbishop's You shall have your desires, with interest;
house. Enter the Archbishop of York, and a
Arch. Hier good sir Michael; bear this sealed Hol. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king
With winged 'haste, to the lord mareshal; Knows at what time to promige, when to pay. This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest My father, and my uncle, and myself,
To whom they are directed : if you knew Did give him that'sune royalty he wears : How much they do import, you would make haste. And, when he was not six and twenty strong, Gent. My good lord, Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, I guess thcir ienor. A poor unminded outlaw sneaking hoine,
Like enough you do. My father gave him welcome to the shore: To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, And,—when he heard him swear, and vow to God, Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men He came but to be duke of Lancaster,
Must bide the touch: For, sir, at Shrewsbury, To sue his livery,” und beg his peace;
As I am truly given to understand, With tears of innocency, and icrms oszcal, ile king, with mighty and quick-raised power, My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd,
Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael, Swore hiin assistance, and perform'd it too. What with the sickness of Northumberland, Now, when the lords, and brons of the realm, (Whose power was in the first proportion,) Perceiv'd Northumberland did Ican to him, And what with Oren Glendower's absence, thence, The more and less3 came in with cap and knee; (Vvho with them was a rated sinew too, Met him in boroughs, cities, villages;
And comes not in, o'er-ruld by prophecies,) Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
I fear, the power of Percy is too weak Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, To wage an instant trial with the king. Gave him their heirs ; 35 pages follow'd him, Gent. Tuhy, good my lord, you need not fear; Even at the heels, in golden multituries.
there's Douglas, Ile presently,--as greatness knows itself, Ard Mortimer. Steps me a little higher than his vow
No, Mortimer's not there. Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Genl. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg;
Percy, And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, Or gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. That lie too hcavy on the commonwealth :
Arch. And so there is : 'but yet the king hath Cries out upon abuzes, seems to weep
drain Over his country's wrongs; and, by this sace, The special head of all the land together ;This seeming brow of justice, did he win
The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, The hearts of all that he did angle for.
The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
And many more cor-rivals, and dear men
Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well When he was personal in the Irish war.
oppos’d. Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this.
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear, Hot.
Then, to the point. And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed : In short time after, he depos'd the king ;
For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life;
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us, And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state : For he hath heard of our confederacy,To make that worse, sufler'd his kinsman, March, And 'lis but wisdom to make strong against him ; (Who is, if every owner were well plac'd, Therefore, make haste : I must go write again Indeed his king, ) to be incag'd in Wales, To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. There without ransom to lie forfeited :
(Exe. severally. Disgrac'd me in my happy victories ; Sought to entrap me by intelligence ; Rated my uncle from the council-board ;
ACT V. In rage dismiss'd my father from the court; Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong: SCENE I.—The king's camp near Shrewsbury. And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out
Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince John This head of safety; and, withal, to pry
of Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir John Into his title, the which we find
K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer (1) Grievances. (2) The delivery of his lands. 13) The greater and the less. (4) Letter,
(5) A strength on which we reckoned.
Above yon busky' hill! the day looks pale By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth
The southern wind Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ;
K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articuAnd, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
lated, Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day. Proclaim'd at market-crosscs, read in churches;
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; To face the garinent of rebellion For nothing can scem foul to those thai win. With some tine colour, that may please the eye Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Vernon.
of fickle changelings, and poor discontents,
Which gape, and rub the clow, at the news
P. Hen. Jo both our armies, there is many a soul
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, And move in that obedient orb again,
The prince of Wales doth join with all ire world Where you did give a fair and natural light; lo praise of Henry Percy; By my hopes,And be no more an exhalil meteor,
This present enterprise set of his head, A prodigy of fear, and a portent
I do not think, a braver gentleman, or broached mischief to the unborn times ? More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, Wor. Hear me, my liege:
More daring, or more bold, is now alive, For mine own part, I could be well content To grace this latter age with noblc dceds. To entertain the lag-eud of iny life
for my part, I may speak it lo my shame, With quiet hours; for, I do protest,
I have a truant been to chivalry; I have not sought the day of this dislike.
And so, I hear, he doth account me too:
I am content, thai he shall take the odds
And will, to save the blood on either side,
K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we ret And yet, I must remember you, my lord,
ture thee, We were the first and dearest of your friends. Albeit, considerations infinite For you, my staff of otlice did I break
Do make against it :- No, good Worcester, no, In Richard's time; and posted day and night We love our people well ; even those we love, To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, That are missed upon your cousin's part: When yet you were in place and in account And, will they take the offer of our grace, Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man,
Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his :
[Excuni Worcester and Verbon. It rain'd down fortuine showering on your head; P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life: And such a flood of greatness foll on you,
The Douglas and the Hotspur both together What with our help; what with the absent king; Are confident against the world in arms. What with the injuries of a wanton time;
K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his The seeming sufferances that you had borne ;
charge; And the contrarious winds, that held the king For, on their answer, will we set on them: So long in his unlucky Irish wars,
And God befriend us, as our cause is just! That all in England did repute him dead,
(Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince Joho. And, from this swarm of fair advantages,
Fal. Hal, if thou see ine down in the battle, and You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
bestride me, so ; 'lis a point of friendship. To gripe the general sway into your hand : P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. And, being led by us, you us'd us so
Fal. I would it were bed-lime, Hal, and all well. As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. (Erii. Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest;
Fal, 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay Grew by our feeding to so great a bull,
him before his day. "What need I be so forward That even our love durst not come near your sight, with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matFor fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing ter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how is honour We were enforc'd, for safety sake, to fly
prick me off when I come on? how then? Can Out of your sight, and raise this present head : honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or Whereby we stand opposed by such means take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour As you yourself have forg'd against yourself ; hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ?
A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is (1) Woody. (2) Put off, (3) A chaitering bird, a pie
(4) Exhibited in articles.
that honour? Air. A trim reckoning !--Who hath Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly, it ? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? Unless a brother should a brother dare No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? To gentle exercise and proof of arms. Yeil, to the dead. But will it not live with the He gave you all the duties of a man; living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it:- Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue ; therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutch- Spoke your deservings like a chronicle ; eon,' and so ends my catechism.
(Exit. Making you ever better than his praise, SCENE II.—The rebel camp. Enler Worcester And, which became him like a prince indeed,
By still dispraising praise, valued with you : and Vervon.
He made a blushing cital? of himsell; Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir And chid his truant youth with such a grace, Richard,
As if he master'd there a double spirit, The liberal kind offer of the king.
of teaching, and of learning, instantly. Ver. "Twere best he did.
There did hic pause: But let me tell the world, Wor.
Then arc ive all undone. If he outlive the envy of this day, . It is not possible, it cannot be,
England did never oive? so sweet a hope, The king shonla berp his word in loving us ;
So inuch misconstrued in his wantonness. He will suspect is still, and find o time
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamour'd To punish this oflence in other faults:
Upon his follies; never did I hear Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes:
or any prince, so wild, at liberty :-. For treason is but trusted like the fox;
But, be he as he will, yet once cre night Who, ne'er so tamne, so cherish'd, and luck'd up, I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.-Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,
Arm, arm, with speed :--And, fellows, soldiers, Interpretation will misquoic our looks;
friends, And we shall bed like oxen at a stall,
Better consider what you have to do, The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, here arc letters for you.
Hot. I cannot read them now.And on his father's ;-we did train him on;
O gentlemen, the time of life is short ; And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
To spend that shortness basely, were too long, We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
If life did ride upon a dial's point, Therefore, good cousin, let noHarry know,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour. In any case, the other of the kiny.
An if we live, we live to trend on kings; Ver. Deliver what you will, i'll say, 'tis so.
ir die, brave death, when princes die with us! Here comes your cousin.
Now for our conscience,--the arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just. Enter Hotspur and Douglas; and officers and soldiers, behind.
Enter another Messenger. Tot. My uncle is return'd :-Deliver up
Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. My lord of Westmoreland.-Uncle, what news?
Hot. I thank him, ihat he cuts me from my tale, Wor. The king will bid you battle presently.
For I profcss not talking; Only thisDour: Delv bim by the lord of Westmoreland.
Let each man do his best: and here draw I Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
( Exit. In the adventure of this perilous day. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Now,- Esperance !4-Percy!-and set on. 11. Did you bes alıy? God forbid !
Sound all the lolly instruments of war, Wor. I told him genily of our vrievances,
And by that music let us all embrace: of luis ouih-breaking ; which he mended thus,– For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
A second time do such a courtesy. He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
[The trumpets sound. They embrace, With haughty arins this hateful name in us.
and exeunt.] Re-enter Douglas.
SCENE III.- Plain near Shrewsbury. Excur
sions, and parties fighling. ilarum to the balDoug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms ! for I have
tle. Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting. thrown A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth,
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
rivl. 0, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads ; Blunt. They tell thee true.
bought How'show'd his tasking ? seemed it in contempt? Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Ver. No, by soul; I never in my life
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
(4) The motto of the Percy family.
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;!Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. Lord Stafford's death.
P. John. Not), my lord, unless I did bleed too. (They fight, and Blunt is slain. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Enter Ilotspur.
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Her. I will do so :Hot, O Douglas, hadst thou fought at llolme- My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. don thus,
West, Come, my lord, I will lead you to your tent. I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless
help: lies the king
And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive Hot. Where?
The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Doug. Here,
Where stain'd nobility lics trodden on, llul. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full And rebels' arms triumph in massacres ! well:
P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Westmoreland, Semblably' furnishi'd like the king himself.
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. Duy. À fool go with thy soul, whither it goes !
[Ereini Prince John and Westmoreland. A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
P. llen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd ine, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king ?
Doux. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
K. Hen. I saw hiin hold lord Piercy at the point, Hot.
Up, and away; With lustier maintenance than I did look for Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeun!. (Of such an ungrown warrior. Other alarims. Enter Falstaff.
0, this boy
[Exit. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, Lends mettle to us all! I fear the shot here; here's no scorins, but upon the
Alarums. Enter Douglas. pate. --Son! who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt :There's honour for you: Here's no vanity!-I am Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydra's as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep
heads : lead out of me: I need no more cight than mine I am the Douglas, fatal to all those own bowels.--I have led my raggamutins where That wear those colours on them. What art thou, they are peppered: there's but three of my hundred That counterfeit'st the person of a king? and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, K. Hen. The king hiniself; who, Douglas, grieves to beg during life. But who comes here?
at heart, Enter Prince llenry.
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not the very king. I have two boys, P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here ? lend me Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field : thy sword :
But, seeing thou fullst on me so luckily, Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff,
I will assay thee; so defend thyself. Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; Whose deaths are unrevengd: Pr’ythee, lend thy And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
sword. Fral. O Hal, I pr’ythce, give me leave to breathe And thus'I win thee.
But mine, I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, a while.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in
[They fight; the King being in danger, arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy,
enter Prince Henry. I have made him sure.
P. IIen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou P. Hen. He is, indeed ; and living to kill thee.
art like Lend me thy sword, I pr’ythee.
Nover to hold it up again! the spirits Fu. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, or Shirly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms : thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if it is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; thou wilt.
Who never promiseth, but he means to pay.P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case?
[They fight; Douglas flics Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace ?sack a city.
Sir Nicholas Gawscy hath for succour sent, [The Prince draws mit a bottle of sack, And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now?
K. HAA. Stay, and breathe awhile:[Throws it at him, and exil. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;" Fal. Well, is Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. In And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, he do come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in this fair rescue thou has brought to me. in his, willingly, let him make a carbonado? of me.
P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much in I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath :
jury, Give me life : which if I can save, so ; if not, that ever said, I hearken'd for your death. honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. Ir it were so, I might havc let alone
(Exit. The insulting hand of Douglas over you , SCENE IV.-Another part of the field. Alarums. Which would have been as speedy in your end,
Ercursions. Enter the King, Prince Henry, As all the poisonous potions in the world,
And sav'd ihe treacherous labour of your son. K. Hen. I prythee,
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas
(Eril King Henry (1) In resemblance. (2) A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.'
life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when & Hot. If I mist:ke not, thou art Harry Monmouth. man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the P. Hen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my part of valour is--discretion in the which better
true and perfect image of life indeed. The better
part, I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid Ho!. My name is Harry Perey.
of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead : P. Hon .
Why, then I see How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise? I am A very valiant rcbcl of the name.
afraid he would prove the better counterfeil. ThereI ain ihe prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
fore I'll make him sure: yca, and I'll swear I killTo share with me in glory any more :
ed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I ? Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Nothing consules me but eyes, and nobody sees Nor can one England brook a double reign,
me. Therefore, sirrah, (Stabbing him.) with a new of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.
wound in your thigh, come you along with me. Hol. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come
(Takes Hotspur on his back. To end the one of us; And would to God, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
Re-enter Prince Henry and Prince John. P. Hen. I'll make it greater, cre I part from thee; P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast And all the budding honours on thy crest
thou flesh'd I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Thy maiden sword. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanitics.
P. John. But soft! whom have we here?
[They fight. Did you not tell me, this fiat man was dead? Enter Falstaff.
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and Fal. Well said, Ilal! to it, Ilal!-Nay, you shall Upon the ground.
bleeding find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Art thou alive? or is it phantasy Enler Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr’ythee, speak;
down as if he were dead, and exil Douglas. Ilot-We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:spur is wounded, and fulls.
Thou art not what thou scem'st. Hot. o, Ilarry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth: but if I be not Jack Falstaff
, then am I a Jack.
Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man. I better brook the loss of brittle life,
There is Percy: [Throwing the body down.) if Than those proud titles thou hast wui of me;
your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword lim lill the next Percy himself. I look to be either my flesh:
earl or duke, I can assure you, But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
P. Jien. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw And time, that takes survey of all the world,
thec dead. Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world is But that the carthy and cold hand of death
given to lying !- grant you, I was down, and out Lies on my tongue:-No, Percy, thou art dust,
of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an And food lor
[ Dies. instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee clock. 'I!I may be believed, so; if not, let them, well, great heart!
that should reward valour, bear the sin pon their IIl-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
oven heads. I'll take it upon iny death, I gave When that this body did contain a spirit,
him this wound in the thigh: is the man were A kingdom for it was too small a bouir; But now, two paces of the vilest earth
alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a Is room enough:- This earth, that bears thec dcad,
piece of my sword.
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
hcard. If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother I should not make so dear a show of zcal:
John. But let my favours' hide thy mangled face;
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
For my part, if a lie inay do thee grace, For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
(A retreat is sounded Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. But not remember'd in thy epitaph !-[He seis Falstaff on the ground. To sce what friends are living, who are dead.
Come, brother. Iet's to the highest of the fiell, What! old acquainiance! could not all this flesh
[Exeunt Prince Henry and Prince John. Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell! I could have better spar'd a better man.
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He
that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee, If I were much in love with vanity.
great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, Death hath not siruck so fat a deer to-day,
and live cleanly, as a noblemin should do.
(Exil, bearing off the body. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: Embowell'd will I see thee hy and by ;
SCENE V.-Another part of the field. The Till then, in blood by noble Percy lic. (Exil. Fal. (Rising slowly.) Embowell'd! If thou em
trumpels sound.. Enter King, Henry, Prince
Henry, Prince John, Westmoreland, and others; bowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder? me, with Worcester, and Vernon, prisoners. and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no III-spirited Worcester !-did we not send grace, counterfeit: To die, is to be a counterfeit; for he Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? (1) Scarf with which he covers Percy's face.