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And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
[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.
[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 on. 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 my catechism.
1 In the battle of Agincourt, Henry, when king, did this act of friendship for his brother the duke of Gloucester.
SCENE II. The Rebel Camp.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir Richard,
The liberal, kind offer of the king.
Ver. 'Twere best, he did.
Then we are all undone.
It is not possible, it cannot be,
A hare-brained Hotspur, governed by a spleen.
And on his father's ;-we did train him on ;
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll
say, 'tis so.
1 The folio reads thus:-" Supposition, all our lives, shall be stuck full of eyes."
Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers, behind.
Hot. My uncle is returned.-Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland.1-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.
Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth,
And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
Wor. The prince of Wales stepped forth before the king,
And, nephew, challenged 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 showed his tasking? Seemed it in contempt? Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms. He gave you all the duties of a man;
1 Westmoreland was impawned as a surety for the safe return of Wor
2 Tasking as well as taring was used for reproof. We still say, "He took him to task."
Trimmed up your praises with a princely tongue;
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamored
Arm, arm, with speed;—and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
Ọ gentlemen, the time of life is short;
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
1 That is, was master of.
3 So wild at liberty may mean so wild and licentious, or loose in his conduct. Dr. Johnson's version is-" any prince that played such pranks, and was not confined as a madman.”
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 !-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.
SCENE III. Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then
Enter Douglas and BLUNT, meeting.
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? What honor dost thou seek Upon my head?
Know, then, my name is Douglas ; And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a king.
1 The folio reads :
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, This sword hath ended him. So shall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;1 And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.
[They fight, and BLUNT is slain.
“I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot.”