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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-crosses, read in churches; K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; To face the garment of rebellion For nothing can seem loul to those that win. With some time colour, that may please the eye
Or fickle changelings, and poor discontents, Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Vernon.
Which gape, and rub'the elbow, at the news How now, my lord of Worcester ? 'tis not well, of hurly-burly innovation : That you and I should meet upon such terms And never yet did insurrection want As now we meet : You have deceiv'd our trust ; Such water-colours, to impaint his cause; And made us dotl? our easy robes of peace, Nor moody beggars, starving for a time To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel : of pell-meli havoc and confusion. This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul What say you to'ı? will you again unknit Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, This chur ish knot of all-abhorred war ?
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, And move in that obedient orb again,
The prince of Wales doth join with all the world Where you did give a fair and natural light; In praise of Henry Percy; By, my bopes, And be no more an exhald meteor,
This present enterprise set of his head, A prodigy of fear, and a portent
I do not think, a braver gentleman, Of 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 alíve, For mine own part, I could be well content To grace this latter age with noble deeds. To entertain the lay-end of my life
For my part, I may speak it to 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, that he shall take the odds
And will, to save the blood on either side,
K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we verAnd 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 ollice 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 misled 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, It was myself, my brother, and his son,
Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his : That brought you home, and boldly did outdare So tell your cousin, and bring me word The dangers of the time: You swore to us, What he will do: But if he will not yield, And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,-- Rebuke and dread correction wait on us, That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state ; And they shall do their office. So, be gone; Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right, We will not now be troubled with reply: The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: We ofler fair, take it advisedly. To this we swore our aid. But, in short spice,
(Ereunt Worcester and Vernon. It rain'd down fortune showering on your head; P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life: And such a flood of greatness fell on you, The Douglas and the Hotspur both together What with our help; what with the absent king; Are contident 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,
[Ereunt King, Blunt, and Prince John. And, from this swarm of fair advantages,
Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
bestride me, so ; 'tis 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 fed 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. llen. Why, thou owest God a death. (Ezil. 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 bulk,
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, 'lis no matFor fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing ter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if 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 chattering 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. 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, SCENE 11.–The rebel camp. Enter Worcester And, which became him like a prince indeed,
By still dispraising praise, valued with you: and Vernon.
He made a blushing citala of himself ; 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 he pause: But let me tell the world, Wor.
Then are we all undone. If he outlive the envy of this day, It is not possible, it cannot be,
England did never owe? so sweet a hope, The king should keep bis word in loving us;
So much misconstrued in his wantonness. He will suspect us still, and find a time
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamour'd To punish this offence in other faults:
Upon his follies ; never did I hear Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eves :
of any prince, so wild, at liberty :For treason is but trusted like the fox;
But, be he as he will, yet once ere night Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
up, 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, sol Interpretation will misquote our looks ;
friends, And we shall feed 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, My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,
Can list your blood up with persuasion.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
Hol. 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,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings; Ver. Deliver what you will, l'll say, 'lis so.
I 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. Hot. 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 hiin, ihat he cuts me from my tale, Wor. The king will bid you battle presently.
For I profess not talking ; Only this, Doug. Desy him by the lord of Westmoreland.
Let each man do his best : and here draw I Hol. 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.
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
And by that music let us all embrace :
A second time do such a courtesy.
(The trumpets sound. They embrace, With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
and exeunt.) Re-enter Douglas.
SCENE III.--Plain near Shrewsbury. Excur. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms ! for I have sions, and parties fighting. Alarum" to the bals
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 Westmoreland, that was engag’d, did bear it; Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Upon my head ? Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas; the king,
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. Because some tell me that thou art a king.
Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; Blunt, They tell thee true. And that'no man might draw short breath to-day, Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
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 Stailord's death.
P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. [They fight, and Blunt is slain. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up, Enter Hotspur.
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
K. Hen. I will do so:Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holme- 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 triúinph'd upon a Scot.
P. Hen. Lead ine, my lord ? I do not need your Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless
help: lics the king.
And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive llot. Where?
The prince of Wales from such a field as this; Doug. Here,
Where staind nobility lies trodden on, Hol. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full And rebels' arins triumph in massacres ! well:
P. John. We breathe too long :-Come, cousin A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Westmoreland, Semblably' furnish'd like the king himself.
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake, come. Doug. Å fool go with thy soul, whither it goes !
(Ereuni Prince John and Westmoreland. A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceivid me, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king ?
Douy. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coals; Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul. Until I meet the king.
K. Hen. I saw him 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. (Exeunt. Of such an ungrown warrior. Other alarums. Enter Falstaff.
0, this boy Fal. Though I could ’scape shot-free at London, Lends mettle to us all!
[Erit. I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the
Alarums. Enter Douglas. pate.-Soft! who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt:There's honour for you: Here's no vanity !--I am Doug. Another king ! they grow like Hydn's as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep
heads: lead out of me: I need no more weight than mine I am the Douglas, fatal to all those own bowels. I have led my raggamullins where Thal 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 himself; who, Douglas, grieves to beg during life. But who comes here?
at heart, Enter Prince Henry.
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 hyself, about the field : thy sword :
Bit, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, Many a nubleman lies stark and stiff,
I will assay thee; so defend thysell. Under the hoofs of vaunting enemics,
Ding. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Proyihee, lend thy And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king: sword.
Bat mine, I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be, Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe And thus I win thee. 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. Hen. Illd up thy head, vile Scot, or thou P. Hen. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.
art like Lend me thy sword, I prythee.
Naver to hold it up again! the spirits Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, Shirly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms : thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, ifli 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 ? Fa. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace ?
[They fight; Douglas flies. sack a city.
Sir Nicholas Gawsev hath for succour sent, [The Prince draws out a bottle of sack; And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight. P. Hen. What, is'l a tine to jest and dally now? K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile:
| Throws it at hiin, and exil. Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ;3 Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If 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.
If it were so, I might have let alone
(E.rit. 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 treacherons labour of your son. K. Hen. I pr’ythee,
K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas
[Exit King Henry, (1) In resemblance. (2) A piece of meat cut crosswise for the gridiron.
life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a Hol. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. true and perfect image of life indeed. The better
man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the P. llen. Thou speak’st as if I would deny my part of valour is-discretion; in the which better
part, I have saved my life. Zounds, I am afraid Hot. My name is Harry Percy.
of this gunpowder Percy, though he be dead : P. Hen.
Why, then I see How, if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am A very valiant rebel of the name.
afraid he would prove the better counterfeit. ThereI am the prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
fore I'll make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killTo share with me in glory any more:
ed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I ? I wo stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Nothing confutes 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. Hot. 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, ere I part from thee; P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast And all the budding honours on thy crest
thou fiesh'd I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Thy maiden sword. Hot." i can no longer brook thy vanities.
P. John. But soft! whom have we here?
[They fight. Did you not tell me, this sat man was dead ? Enter Falstaff.
P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall Upon the ground.
bleeding find no boy's play here, I can tell you.
Art thou alive? or is it phantasy, Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr’ythee, speak;
down as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Mot- We will not trust our eyes, without our ears:spur is wounded, and fails.
Thou art not what thou seem'st. Hol. O, Harry, 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 won of me; your father will do me any honour, so ; if not, let They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword him kill 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. Hen. Why, Percy | killed myself, and saw And time, that takes survey of all the world,
thee dead. Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
Fal. Didst thou?-Lord, lord, how this world is But that the earthy and cold hand of death
given to lying !-1 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 for
(Dies. P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare the clock.'If I may be believed, so; if not, let them,
instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury well, great heart!
that should reward valour, bear the sin ipon their Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
own beads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave When that this body did contain a spirit,
him this wound in the thigh: if the man were A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth
alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a
piece of my sword. Is room enough:--This earth, that bears thee dead,
P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
heard. If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
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 may do thee grace,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
(.A retreat is sounded.
The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Bui not remember'd in thy epitaph!(He sees Falsiaff on the ground. To see what friends are living, who are dead.
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, What! old acquaintance! could not all this Mesh
(Errunt Prince Henry and Prince John, Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell !
Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He I could have better spar'd a better man.
that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee, IÓ I were much in love with vanity.
great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack,
and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
[Exit, bearing off the body. Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: Embowell’d will I see thee by and by ;
SCENE V. Another part of the field. The Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. (Erit. trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Prince
Fal. [Rising slowly.) Embowell'd! If thou em 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 IIl-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,
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
P. Hen. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
you A noble earl, and many a creature else,
This honourable bounty shall belong :
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
His valour shown upon our crests to-day,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries. Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Then this remains,-that we divide K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Ver
our power.non too:
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland, Other offenders we will pause upon.
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. speed, How goes the field ?
To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop, P. Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: he saw
Myself,-and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales, The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March. The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest Meeting the check of such another day: And, falling from a hill, he was su bruiså, And since this business so fair is done, That the pursuers took him. At my tent Let us not leave till all our own be won. The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
(Bzeml. I may dispose of him. K. Hen.
With all my heart.