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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.

(E.reunt severally,



The King's Camp near Shrewsbury.

Enter King HENRY, Prince Henry, Prince John

of LANCASTER, Sir Walter BLUNT, and Sir John FALSTAFF.

K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
At his distemperature.
P. Hen.

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 seem foul to those that win..

Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.

y.lord of Worcester ? 'tis not well, That you and I should meet upon such terms

How now, my

2 Woody.

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 4, peace.
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your

Of favour, from myself, and all our house;
And yet I must remember you, my lord,
We were the first and dearest of


For you, my staff of office did I break
In Richard's time; and posted day and night
To meet you on the way,

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 kiss


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,

3 Put off.

4 A chattering bird, a pie.

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;

hat 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 enforc'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;
By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth
Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.
K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articu-

Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches ;
To face the garment of rebellion
With some fine colour, that may please the eye
Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents,
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
Of hurlyburly innovation :
And never yet did insurrection want
Such water-colours, to impaint his cause ;
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
Of pellmell havock and confusion.

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5 Exhibited in articles.

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 enterprize 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


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. Ki Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we ven

ture 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


part : And, will they take the offer of our grace, Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man Shall be


friend again, and I'll be his :
So tell your cousin, and brirg me word
What he will do: But i f).Je will not yield,
Rebuke and dread correcrion 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.

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 heaven a death.

[Erit. Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay before the 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


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 that 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 insen, sible 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,


The Rebel Camp.

Enter Worcester and VERNON.

Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir

The liberal kind offer of the king:

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