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AC To HO NT The Com Doc
FO a ba Te'l
Pa Ba Pa
Meet me to-morrow in the Temple-hall
A comfort of retirement lives in this. At two o'clock i'the afternoon!
Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
The quality and hair of our attempt
That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike 0, I could wish, this tavern were my drum. (Exit. of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence;
And think, how such an apprehension
May turn the tide of fearful faction,
And breed a kind of question in our cause,
Enter HotSPOR, WORCESTER, and Douglas. Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
Hot. You strain too far.
Tha z if the earl were here; for men must think,
To push against the kingdom; with his help,
We shall o’erturn it topsy-turvy down.-,
Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.
Enter Sir RicHARD VERNON.
Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Hot. No harm! What more?
Mess. He did, my lord, four days, ere I set forth, The king himself in person is set forth,
Or hitherwards intended speedily,
With strong and mighty preparation.
The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales,
Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms, 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
All plum’d, like estridges, that wing the wind;
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton, as youthful goats, wild, as young Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
I saw young Harry, — with his beaver on, That with our small conjunction, we should on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d, To see, how fortune is dispos’d to us:
Rise from the ground like feather d Mercury, For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat, Because the king is eertainly possess'd
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,'
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come.
And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war, All at one cast ? to set so rich a main
All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them. On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit, It were not good; for therein should we read Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire, The very bottom and the soul of hope,
To hear, this rich reprisal is so nigh, The very list, the very utmost bound
And yet not ours. Of all our fortunes.
Come, let me take my horse,
Who is to bear me, like a thunderbolt,
Against the bosom of the prince of Wales.
Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.
Ver. There is more news:
were there, and you too; but my powers are there I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
already. The king, I can tell you, looks for us all;
hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, Hot. Forty let it be!
whose fellows are these, that come after ?
Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss! food for pow-
der, food for powder! they'll fill a pit, as well as belDoug. Talk not of dying! I am out of fear ter: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men! of death, or death's hand, for this one half year. West. Ay, but, sir John, methinks they are exceed
[Exeunt. ing poor and bare; too beggarly.
Fal. ’faith, for their poverty, -I know not, where SCENE II. - A public road near Coventry. they had that: and for their bareness, — I am sure, Enter FalsTAFF and BARDOLPH.
they never learned that of me.
Percy is already in the field.
West. He is, sir John ; I fear, we shall stay too long.
[Exit. SCENE III.--The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
[The trumpet sounds a parley. on every hedge.
Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT.
Envy your great deserving, and good name,
But stand against us, like an enemy.
Some surety for a safe return again,
Bring him our purposes : and so farewell!
Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love.
Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do!
house. Have any way your good deserts forgot,
Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman.
Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief,
How much they do import, you would make haste.
Arch. Like enough, you do.
To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day,
As I am truly given to understand,
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
Whose power was in the first proportion,
Who with them was a rated sinew too,
I fear the power of Percy is too weak
there's Douglas, Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
The special head of all the land together:
And many more corrivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command in arms.
Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed ! Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Of all the favourites, that the absent king
Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,-In deputation left behind him here,
For he hath heard of our confederacy,When he was personal in the Irish war.
And ’tis but wisdom to make strong against him; Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this.
Therefore, make haste! I must go write again, Hot. Then, to the point !
To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael!
A CT V. (Who is, if every owner were well plac'd,
The King's camp near Shrewsbury, Îndeed his king,) to be incag'd in Wales, Enter King Herry, Prince Henry, Prince Jons of There without ransome to lie forfeited:
LANCASTER, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir Joux FalDisgrac'd me in my happy victories; Songht to intrap me by intelligence;
K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Rated my uncle from the council-board;
yon busky hill! the day looks pale In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
At his distemperatgre.
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Into his title, the which we find
Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day: Too indirect for long continuance.
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king? For nothing can seem foul to those that win.Hot. Not so, sir Walter! we'll withdraw awhile.
Trumpet. Enter Worcester and Vennon. Go to the king, and let there be impawn'd
How now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well,
That you and I should meet upon such terms, Of pell-mell havock and confusion.
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
The prince of Wales doth join with all the world
This present enterprize set off his head, -
I do not think, a braver gentleman,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
I have a truant been to chivalry;
Yet this before my father's majesty,–
I am content, that he shall take the odds
of his great name and estimation,
Try fortune with him in a single fight.
We love our people well; even those we love,
And, will they take the offer of our grace,
What he will do. — But if he will not yield,
Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
(Exeunt Worcester and Vernon.
(Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince John.
P. Hen. Nothing but a colossns can do thee that
Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.
P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Erit. To gripe the general sway into your hand,
Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster,
before his day. What need I be so forward with him, And, being fed by 11s, you us'd us so
that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off, Useth the sparrow: did oppress our vest,
when I come on? how then? Can honour set to aleg ?No.. Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? That even our love durst not come near your sight, No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing What is honour? A word. What is in that word, We were enforc'd, for safety's sake, to fly
honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoOut of your sight, and raise this present head: ning! - Who hath it? He that died o’Wednesday. Whereby we stand opposed by such means, Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it inAs you yourself have forg'd against yourself, sepsible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suflAod violation of all faith and troth
er it :- therefore I'll none of it; honour is a mere Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.
scutcheon, and so eods my catechism. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated,
SCENE II. — The rebel camp.
Enter WORCESTER and Verxon.
Ver. 'Twere best, he did.
Wor. Then are we all undone.
The king should keep his word in loving us;
Fi do his, hot
He will suspect us still, and find a time
Arm,arm, with speed !- And, fellows,soldiers, friends, To punish this offence in other faults:
Better consider, what you have to do, Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes;
Than S, that have not well the gift of tongue, For treason is but trusted like the fox,
your blood up with persuasion. Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,
Enter a Messenger. Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,
Hot. I cannot read them now. Interpretation will misquote our looks;
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
When the intent of bearing them is just.
Enter another Messenger.
Mess. My lord, prepare! the king comes on apace.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
Let each man do his best! and here draw I
With the best blood, that I can meet withal
Now, — Esperance !-- Percy! — and set on!
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and
SCENE III. -- Plain near Shrewsbury.
Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the
Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou scek
Upon my head ?
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
Hot. 0, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And thou shalt find a king, that will revenge
Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Why didst thou tell me, that thou wert a king?
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats ; of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Hot. Up, and away!
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt.
Other alarunus. Enter Falsta¥F.
I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the of any prince, so wild, at liberty:
pate. — Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt;
hot, as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead