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three fingers on the ribs bare. But, si. rah, make
West. He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
SCENE III.-The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.
Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
It may not be.
Bard. I will, captain: farewell. Exit. Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good householders, yeomen's 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 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 pins' 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 servingmen, younger sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a long peace; ten times more dishonourable ragged than an old faced ancient and such have I, to fill up the You speak it out of fear and cold heart. rooms of them that have bought out their serVer. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life, vices, that you would think that I had a hundred And I dare well maintain it with my life, and fifty tattered prodigals, lately come from If well-respected honour bid me on, swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. AI hold as little counsel with weak fear mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives: unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I'll Which of us fears. not march through Coventry with them, that's Doug. flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt Ver. the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND. Prince. 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.
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.
Prince. I think to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose fellows are these that come after? Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
Prince. 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.
You do not counsel well :
Yea, or to-night.
Hot. To-night, say I.
Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder
Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:
Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT.
If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
You were of our determination!
Blunt. And God defend but still I should
So long as out of limit and true rule You stand against anointed majesty. But to my charge. The king hath sent to know The nature of your griefs, and whereupon Prince. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call. You conjure from the breast of civil peace
Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
Have any way your good deserts forgot,
He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed
Hot. The king is kind; and well we know the king
Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. My father and my uncle and myself
Did give him that same royalty he wears; And when he was not six-and-twenty strong, Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home, My father gave him welcome to the shore; And when he heard him swear and vow to God He came but to be Duke of Lancaster, To sue his livery and beg his peace, With tears of innocency and terms of zeal, My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd, Swore him assistance and perform'd it too. Now when the lords and barons of the realm Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, The more and less came in with cap and knee; Met him in boroughs, cities, villages, Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, Gave him their heirs as pages, follow'd him Even at the heels in golden multitudes. He presently, as greatness knows itself, Steps me a little higher than his vow Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh; And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform Some certain edicts and some strait decrees That lie too heavy on the commonwealth, Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep Over his country's wrongs; and by this face, This seeming brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he did angle for; Proceeded further; cut me off the heads Of all the favourites that the absent king In deputation left behind him here, When he was personal in the Irish war. Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this. Hot. Then to the point. In short time after, he depos'd the king; Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life; And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state; To make that worse,suffer'd his kinsman March Who is, if every owner were well plac'd, Indeed his king-to be engag'd in Wales, There without ransom to lie forfeited; Disgrac'd me in my happy victories ; Sought to entrap me by intelligence; Rated mine uncle from the council-board; In rage dismiss'd my father from the court; 100 Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong; And in conclusion drove us to seek out This head of safety; and withal to pry Into his title, the which we find Too indirect for long continuance.
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king? Hot. Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.
Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
I guess their tenour.
Like enough you do.
The king with mighty and quick-raised power
Arch. No, Mortimer is not there.
Sir M. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,
And there's my Lord of Worcester, and a head Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
Arch. And so there is; but yet the king hath drawn
The special head of all the land together:
Sir M. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd.
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed: For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Dismiss his power, he means to visit us, For he hath heard of our confederacy, And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him: Therefore make haste. I must go write again To other friends and so farewell, Sir Michael. Exeunt.
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize,
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
For mine own part, I could be well content
I have not sought the day of this dislike.
K. Hen. You have not sought it! how comes
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty to turn your looks
In Richard's time; and posted day and night
K. Hen. These things indeed you have articu-
Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
And never yet did insurrection want
Prince. In both our armies there is many a soul
K. Hen. And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,
Albeit considerations infinite
Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no,
Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. Prince. 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 HENRY, BLUNT, and JOHN OF LANCASTER. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. Prince. Nothing but a colossus can do thee 60 that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. Prince. 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 that word honour? 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. Honour is a mere scutcheon; and so ends my catechism. Exit.
SCENE II. The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
An1 that no man might draw short breath to-day
Wor. O! no, my nephew must not know, Sir He made a blushing cital of himself,
The liberal kind offer of the king.
Ver. 'Twere best he did.
Then are we all undone.
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.
A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen.
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say 'tis so.
Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; Officers and
Hot. My uncle is return'd: deliver up
Doug. Arm, gentlemen! to arms! for I have
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
And nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.
And chid his truant youth with such a grace
Upon his follies: never did I hear
Better consider what you have to do,
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
O gentlemen! the time of life is short;
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Enter another Messenger.
Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on a pace.
Hot I thank him that he cuts me from my tale,
SCENE III.-Between the Camps. Excursions, and Parties fighting. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and Sir WALTER BLUNT, meeting.
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
Hot. This, Douglas? no: I know this face full
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; 20
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.
Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no sco:ing but upon the pate. Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive, and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?
Enter the PRINCE.
Prince. What is 't a time to jest and dally now?
Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him.
SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field. Alarums. Excursions. Enter King HENRY, the PRINCE, JOHN OF LANCASTER, and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I prithee,
Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Lane. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
Lanc. We breathe too long: come, cousin
Our duty this way lies: for God's sake, come.
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
Prince. What! stand'st thou idle here? lend That wear those colours on them: what art thou, me thy sword:
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Fal. O Hal! I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile. Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
Prince. He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou gettest not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
Prince. Give it me. What is it in the case? Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot: there's that will sack a city.
The PRINCE draws out a bottle of sack.
That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
So many of his shadows thou hast met
They fight King HENRY being in danger, re-enter the PRINCE. Prince. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like