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swear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and, in the reproof of this, lies the jest.
P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all things necessary, and meet me in Eastcheap. Fare
Poins. Farewell, my lord.
[Exit. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness: Yet herein will I imitate the sun; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists. Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
Redeeming time, when men think least I will. [Exit.
The Council Chamber.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
KING HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, EARL OF WORCESTER, EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND, HOTSPUR, SIR W. BLUNT, SIR R. VERNON, and other GENTLEMEN, discovered.
K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and tempe
Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And you have found me; for, accordingly,
Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.
The scourge of greatness to be us❜d on it;
And that same greatness too, which our own hands Have holp to make so portly.
North. My lord,
K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye:
Your presence is too bold and peremptory;
The moody frontier of a servant brow.
You have good leave to leave us when we need
Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
You were about to speak.
North. Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners, in your highness' name demanded,
Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He question'd me; among the rest demanded
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what;
He should, or he should not; for he made me mad,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds,-(Heaven save the mark!)
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
And that it was great pity, so it was,
And, I beseech you, let not his report
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
To such a person, and in such a place,
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners;
That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight
Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears
Hot. Revolted Mortimer!
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war:-To prove that true, Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
Those mouthed wounds, which, valiantly, he took,
In single opposition, hand to hand,
He did confound the best part of an hour
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Receive so many, and all willingly:
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. K.Hen. [Rises.] Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;
He never did encounter with Glendower;
I tell thee,
He durst as well have met the devil alone,
Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.—Exeunt all
Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them,
Although I make a hazard of my head.
North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile.
Here comes your uncle.