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Enter a Messenger, with letters.

Hot.

You strain too far. What letters hast thou there?—I can but thank you., rather, of his absence make this use ;Mess. These letters come from your father,It lends a lustre, and more great opinion, Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not him- A larger dare to our great enterprise, Than if the earl were here: for men must think, To push against the kingdom; with his help, If without his help, can make a head We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole. Doug. As heart can think: there is not such a word

self?

Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous

sick.

Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.

Enter Sir Richard Vernon.

Hot. Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick,
In such a justling time? Who leads his power?1
Under whose government come they along?

Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.
Wor. I pr'ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?
Mess. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
And at the time of my departure thence,
He was much fear'd by his physicians.

Wor. I would, the state of time had first been
whole,

Ere he by sickness had been visited;
His health was never better worth than now.
Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth
infect

The very life-blood of our enterprise ;
'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.-
He writes me here,-that inward sickness-
And that his friends by deputation could not
So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet,
To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
On any soul remov'd, but on his own.
Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,-
That with our small conjunction, we should on,
To see how fortune is dispos'd to us:
For, as he writes, there is no quailing2 now;
Because the king is certainly possess'd'
Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:-
And yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want
Seems more than we shall find it :-Were it good,
To set the exact wealth of all our states
All at one cast? to set so rich a main
On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
It were not good: for therein should we read
The very bottom and the soul of hope;
The very list, the very utmost bound
Of all our fortunes.

Doug.
'Faith, and so we should;
Where now remains a sweet reversion:
We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
Is to come in:

A comfort of retirement lives in this.

Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.

The quality and hairs of our attempt
Brooks no division: It will be thought
By some, that know not why he is away,
That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike
Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence;
And think, how such an apprehension
May turn the tide of fearful faction,

And breed a kind of question in our cause:
For, well you know, we of the offering side
Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement;
And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence
The eye of reason may pry in upon us :
This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
Before not dreamt of.

Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul. Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord.

(1) Forces. (2) Languishing. (3) Informed.
(4) Line.
(5) Whereas.
(6) The complexion, the character.

The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
Is marching hitherwards; with him, prince John.
Hot. No harm: What more?

Ver.

And further, I have learn'd,-
The king himself in person is set forth,
Or hitherwards intended speedily,
With strong and mighty preparation.

Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,
The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales,
And his comrades, that daff'd' the world aside,
And bid it pass?

Ver.
All furnish'd, all in arms,
All plum'd like estridges that wing the wind;
Bated like eagles having lately bath'd;"
Glittering in golden coats, like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses! on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,-
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Hot. No more, no more; worse than the sun
in March,

Wor. But yet, I would your father had been Against the bosom of the prince of Wales:

here.

Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,

Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.—

O, that Glendower were come!

Ver.

This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come;
They come like sacrifices in their trim,
And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war,
All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them:
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,
To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh,

And yet not ours:-Come, let me take my horse,
Who is to bear me, like a thunderbolt,

There is more news:

I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach

unto?

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Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear
Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II-A public road near Coventry. Enter
Falstaff and Bardolph.

Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through; we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night.

Bard. Will you give me money, captain?
Fal. Lay out, lay out.

Bard. This bottle makes an angel.
Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if
it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coin-
age. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the
town's end.

Enter Prince Henry and Westmoreland. P. Hen. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt? Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag? what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire ?-My good lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought your honour had already been at Shrewsbury.

Bard. I will, captain: farewell.

[Exit.

feast,

Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am long. a souced gurnet. I have misused the king's press Fal. Well, damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good householders, yeomen's Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. [Exeunt. sons: inquire me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum; such as fear the report of a caliver,2 worse than a struck fowl, or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such toasts and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pin's heads, and they have bought out their services; and now my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his sores: and such as, indeed, were never soldiers; but discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to younger brothers, reYou do not counsel well; volted tapsters, and ostlers trade-fallen; the cankers You speak it out of fear, and cold heart. of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life, dishonourable ragged than an old faced ancient :3 (And I dare well maintain it with my life,) and such have I, to fill up the rooms of them that If well-respected honour bid me on, have bought out their services, that you would think, I hold as little counsel with weak fear, that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals, As you my lord, or any Scot that lives :lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle, and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and Which of us fears. told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed Doug. the dead bodies. No eve hath seen such scare- Ver. crows. I'll not march through Coventry with them, Hot. To-night, say I. that's flat:-Nay, and the villains march wide beCome, come, it may not be. twixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I wonder much, being men of such great leading, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but That you foresee not what impediments a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-Drag back our expedition: Certain horse shirt is two napkins, tacked together, and thrown Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up: over the shoulders, like a herald's coat without Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day; sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from And now their pride and mettle is asleep, my host at Saint Alban's, or the red-nose inn- Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, keeper of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find That not a horse is half the half himself. linen enough on every hedge.

Yea, or to-night.

Content.

Ver.

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West. 'Faith, sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and you too; but my powers are there already: The king, I can tell you, looks for us all; we must away all night.

Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

P. Hen. I think, to steal cream, indeed; for thy

(1) A fish.
(4) Fetters.

theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack; whose fellows are these that come after ? Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.

P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals. Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

West. Ay, but, sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare; too beggarly.

Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty,-I know not where they had that: and for their bareness,—I am sure, they never learned that of me.

P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs, bare. But, sirrah, make haste; Percy is already in the field.

(2) A gun. (3) Standard.
(5) Daventry.

Fal. What, is the king encamped?

West. He is, sir John; I fear, we shall stay too

SCENE III.-The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Ver

non.

Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
Wor.
It may not be.
Doug. You give him then advantage.
Ver.
Not a whit.
Hot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
Ver. So do we.

Hot.
His is certain, ours is doubtful.
Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd; stir not to-night.
Ver. Do not, my lord.

Doug.

Hot. So are the horses of the enemy
In general, journey-bated, and brought low;
The better part of ours is full of rest.

Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:
For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.
[The trumpet sounds a parley.

Enter Sir Walter Blunt.

Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect.
Hot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; And 'would
to God,
You were of our determination!

Some of us love you well: and even those some
Envy your great deserving, and good name;
Because you are not of our quality,"

(6) Conduct, experience.

(7) Fellowship.

king

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 ? stand so,

Hot. 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
You stand against anointed majesty!

Some surety for a safe return again,
Bus, to my charge. The king hath sent to know And in the morning early shall mine uncle
The nature of your griefs ;' and whereupon Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.
You conjure from the breast of civil peace

Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and Such bold hostility, teaching this duteous land

love. Audacious cruelty: If that the king

Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Have any way your good deserts forgot,

Blunt.

'Pray heaven, you do! Which he confesseth 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

Gentleman.
And pardon absolute for yourself, and these,
Herein misled by your suggestion.

Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the brief,

With winged'haste, to the lord mareshal ; Knows at what time to promise, 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 Díd give him that same 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 their tenor. A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,

Arch.

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, and beg his peace;

As I am truly given to understand, With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,- The 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 him assistance, and perform'd it too. What with the sickness of Northumberland, Now, when the lords, and barons of the realm, (Whose power was in the first proportion,) Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, The more and less came in with cap and knee; (Who with them was a rated sinew too, Met him in boroughs, cities, villages ;

And comes not in, o'er-rul'd 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; as pages follow'd him, Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.

there's Douglas, He presently, -as greatness knows.itself,- And Mortimer. Steps me a little higher than his vow

Arch.

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 heavy on the commonwealth :

Arch. And so there is : but yet the king hath Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep

drawn Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face, 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 lhe heads

And many more cor-rivals, and dear men
Of all the favourites, that the absent king or estimation and command in arms.
In deputation left behind him here,

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 consederacy,-. To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman, March, And 'tis 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 !:- The king's. camp near Shrewsbury. And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out

Enler 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

Falstaff.

K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer (1) Grievances. (2) The delivery of his lands. (3) The greater and the less.

(4) Letter,

(5) A strength on which we reckoned.

P. Hen.

Above yon busky' hill! the day looks pale
At his distemperature.
The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day.

K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; For nothing can scem 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 such terms
As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust;
And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What say you to't? will you again unknit
This churlish 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,
A prodigy of fear, and a portent
Of broached mischief 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, I do protest,
I have not sought the day of this dislike.
K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes
it then?

Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace.
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks
Of favour, from myself, and all our house;
And yet, I must remember you, my lord,
We were the first and dearest of your friends.
For you, my staff of office did I break

In Richard's time; and posted day and night
To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
When yet you were in place and in account
Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
It was myself, my brother, and his son,
That brought you home, and boldly did outdare
The dangers of the time: You swore to us,-
And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,-
That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n 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;
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 by us, you us'd 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 enfore'd, 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 forg'd against yourself;

(1) Woody. (2) Put off. (3) A chattering bird, a pic.

By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth
Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.

K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated,*

Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches ;
To face the garment of rebellion

With soxae fine colour, that may please the eye
Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents,
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
Of hurly-burly innovation:

And never yet did insurrection want
Such water-colours, to impaint his cause;
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
Of pell-mell havoc 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,This present enterprise set 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 so, I hear, he doth account me too : Yet this before my father's majesty,I am content, that he shall take the odds Of his great name and estimation; And will, to save the blood on either side, Try fortune with him in a single fight.

K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, Albeit, considerations infinite

Do make against it:-No, good Worcester, no,
We love our people well; even those we love,
That are misled upon your cousin'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 cousin, and bring me word
What he will do:-But if he will not yield,
Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
We will not now be troubled with reply:
We offer fair, take it advisedly.

[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; 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

(4) Exhibited in articles.

and Vernon.

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. Yea, 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, By still dispraising praise, valued with you: SCENE II.—The rebel camp. Enter Worcester And, which became him like a prince indeed, He made a blushing cital2 of himself; And chid his truant youth with such a grace, As if he master'd there a double spirit, Of teaching, and of learning, instantly. There did he pause: But let me tell the world,If he outlive the envy of this day, England did never owe so sweet a hope, So much misconstrued in his wantonness. Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamour'd Upon his follies; never did I hear Of any prince, swild, at liberty :But, be he as he will, yet once ere night I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, That he shall shrink under my courtesy.Arm, arm, with speed:-And, fellows, soldiers, friends,

·

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 ;
He will suspect us still, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults:
Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes:
For treason is but trusted like the fox;
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,
Interpretation will misquote our looks;
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,-
A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
All his offences live upon my head,
And on his father's;-we did train him on;
And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
We, as the spring of all, shall pay 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.

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A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth,
And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, 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.

Hot. O, '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? seemed it in contempt?
Ver. No, by soul; I never in my life

(1) Painted heraldry in funerals.
(2) Recital. (3) Own.

Better consider what you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

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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
A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now,-Esperance !4-Percy!-and set on.
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
And by that music let us all embrace:
For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
A second time do such a courtesy.

[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.]

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