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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,
There shalt thou know thy charge, and there receive If that the devil and mischance look big
Money, and order for their furniture.

Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
The land is burning; Percy stands on highs Wor. But yet I would, your father had been here.
And either they, or we, must lower lie.

The quality and hair of our attempt
[Exeunt Prince, Poins, and Bardolph. Brooks no division. It will be thought
Fal. Rare words! brave world !-Hostess, my break- By some, that know not, why he is away,
fast; come:-

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,
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And breed a kind of question in our cause,
SCENE I. –The rebel camp near Shrewsbury. For, well you know, we of the offering side

Enter HotSPOR, WORCESTER, and Douglas. Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
Hot. Well said, my noble Scot! If speaking truth, And stop all sighi-holes, every loop, from whence
In this fine age, were not thought flattery, The eye of reason may pry in upon us.
Such attribution should the Douglas have,

This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
As not a soldier of this season's stamp

That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
Should go so general current through the world. Before not dreamt of.
By heaven, I cannot flatter, I defy

Hot. You strain too far.
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place 1, rather, of his absence make this use :
In my heart's love hath no man, than yourself; It lends a lustre, and more great opinion,
Nay, task me to the word; approve me, lord! A larger dare to our great enterprize,
Doug. Thou art the king of honour :

Tha z if the earl were here; for men must think,
No man so potent breathes upon the ground, If we, without his help, can make a head
But I will beard him.

To push against the kingdom; with his help,
Hot Do so, and 'tis well:

We shall o’erturn it topsy-turvy down.-,
Enter a Messenger, with letters.

Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you. Doug. As heart can think: there is not such a word
Mess. These letters come from your

father,

Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.
Hut. Letters from him! why comes he not himself?

Enter Sir RicHARD VERNON.
Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous sick. Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul!
Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be siek, Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord!
In such a justling time? Who leads his power? The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
Under whose government come they along? Is marching hitherwards ; with him, prince John.

Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Hot. No harm! What more?
Wor. I pr’ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed ? Ver. And further, I have learn'd,

Mess. He did, my lord, four days, ere I set forth, The king himself in person is set forth,
And at the time of my departure thence,

Or hitherwards intended speedily,
He was much fear’d by his physicians.

With strong and mighty preparation.
Wor. I would, the state of time had first been whole, Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his 600,
Ere he by sickness had been visited ;

The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales,
His health was never better worth, than now. And his comrades, that dall’d the world aside
Hot. Sick now! droop now! this siekness doth infect And bid it pass ?
The very life-blood of our enterprize:

Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms, 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.

All plum’d, like estridges, that wing the wind;
He writes me here,-that inward sickness Bated, like eagle's having lately bath'd ;
And that his friends by deputation could not Glittering in golden coats, like images;
So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet, As full of spirit, as the month of May,
To lay so dangerous and dear a trust

And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
On any soul remov'd, but on his own.

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,'
Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. And witch the world with noble korsemanship.
Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off! Hot.No more, no more; worse than the sun in March,
And

yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come.
Seem's more, than we shall find it. — Were it good, They come like sacrifices in their trim,
To set the exact wealth of all our states

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,
Dough. Faith, and so we should;
Where now remains a sweet reversion:

Against the bosom of the prince of Wales.

Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
Is to come in ;

Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.
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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;
He cannot draw his power this fourteen days. we must away all night.
Doug. That's the worst tidings, that I hear of yet. Fal. Tut, never fear me! I am as vigilant, as a cat
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears'a frosty sound. to steal cream.
Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach unto? P. Hen. I think, to steal cream indeed; for thy theft
Ver. To thirty thousand.

hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, Hot. Forty let it be!

whose fellows are these, that come after ?
My father and Glendower being both away,

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
The powers of us may serve so great a day. P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals.
Come, let us make a muster speedily!

Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss! food for pow-
Doomsday is near; ủie all, die merrily!

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.
Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry, fill me P. Ilen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three
a bottle of sack! our soldiers shall march through; fingers on the ribs, bare. But, sirrah, make haste!
we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night.

Percy is already in the field.
Bard. Will you give me money, captain ? Ful. What, is the king encamped ?
Fal. Lay out, lay out!

West. He is, sir John ; I fear, we shall stay too long.
Bard. This bottle makes an angel.

Fal. Well,
Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labour! and if it The latter end of a fray,and the beginning of a feast,
make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coinage. Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. [Exeunt.
Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end.
Bard. I will, captain : farewell!

[Exit. SCENE III.--The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a souced Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, Douglas, and Verson.
gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty sol- Wor. It may not be.
diers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none, Doug. You give him then advantage.
but good householders, yeomens' sons: inquire me Ver. Not a whit.
out contracted bachelors,such as had been asked twice lot. Why say you so ? looks he not for supply?
on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves, as Ver. So do we.
had as lief hear the devil, as drum; such as fear the Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful.
report of a caliver worse, than a struck fowl, or a hurt Wor. Good cousin, be advis’d! stir not to-night!
wild-duck. I pressed me none but such toasts and bat- Ver. Do not, my lord !
ter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger, than pins Doug. You do not counsel well;
heads, and they have bought out their services; and You speak it out of fear, and cold heart.
now my wholecharge consists, of ancients, corporals, Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas ! by my life,
lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged, (And I dare well maintain it with my life,)
as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's If well-respected honour bid me on,
dogs licked his sores: and such as, indeed, were never i hold as little counsel with weak fear,
soldiers; but discarded unjust servingmen, younger As you, my lord, or any Scot, that lives.
sons to younger brothers,revolted tapsters, and ostlers Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle,
trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm word, and a long Which of us fears !
peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged, thau Doug. Yea, or to-night.
an old-faced ancient and such have I, to fill up the Ver. Content.
rooms of them, that have bought out their services, Ilot. To-night, say I.
that would think, that I had a hundred and fifty Ver. Come, come, it may not be.
tattered prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, I wonder much, being men of such great leading,
from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met'me That you foresee not, what impediments
on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gib- Drag back our expedition. Certain horse
bets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
such scare-crows. I'll not march through Coventry Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day;
with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; forin-Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
deed, I had the most of them out of prison. There is That not a horse is half the half himself.
but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the Hot. So are the horses of the enemy
half-shirt is two napkins,tacked together, and thrown In general, journey-bated, and brought low;
over the shoulders, like a herald's coat without The better part of ours is full of rest.
sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:
host at Saint Alban's, or the red-nose innkeeper of For God's sake, cousin, stay, till all come in!
Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough

[The trumpet sounds a parley. on every hedge.

Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT.
Enter Prince Henry, and Westmoreland. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
P. Hen. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt? If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag? what a devil Fot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; and 'would to God,
dost thou in Warwickshire ? My good lord of You were of our determination!
Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought, your ho- Some of us love you well: and even those some
pour had already been at Shrewsbury.

Envy your great deserving, and good name,
West. 'Faith, sir John, 'tis more than time that I Because you are not of our quality,

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Some surety for a safe return again,
Blunt. And God defend, but still I should stand so, And in the morning early shall mine uncle
So long as, out of limit, and true rule,

Bring him our purposes : and so farewell!
You stand against anointed majesty!

Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love.
But to my charge!-- The king hath sent to know Hot. And, may be, so we shall.
The nature of your griefs, and whereupon

Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do!

[Exeunt,
You conjure from the breast of civil peace
Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land SCENE IV. York. A room in the Archbishop's
Audacious cruelty. If that the king

house. Have any way your good deserts forgot,

Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman.
Which he confesseth to be manifold,

Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief,
He bids you name your griefs, and, with all speed, With winged haste, to the lord mareshal!
You shali have your desires, with interest, This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest
And pardon absolute for yourself and these, To whom they are directed! If you knew
Herein misled by your suggestion.

How much they do import, you would make haste.
Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king Gent. My good lord,
Knows, at what time to promise, when to pay. I guess their tenor,
My father, and my uncle, and myself,

Arch. Like enough, you do.
Did give him that same royalty, he wears.

To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day,
And--when he was not six and twenty strong, Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, Must 'bide the touch. For, sir, at Shrewsbury,
A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,

As I am truly given to understand,
My father gave him welcome to the shore; The king, with mighty and quick-raised power,
And when he heard him swear, and vow to God, Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael, -
He came but to be duke of Lancaster,

What with the sickness of Northumberland,
To sue his livery, and beg his peace;

Whose power was in the first proportion,
With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal, And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence,
My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd,

Who with them was a rated sinew too,
Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too. And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies, –
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm

I fear the power of Percy is too weak
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, To wage an instant trial with the king.
The more and less came in with cap and knee, Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear;
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,

there's Douglas, Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,

And Mortimer.
Laid gifts before him, profler'd him their oaths, Arch. No, Mortimer's not there.
Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him, Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry
Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.

Percy,
He presently, -- as greatness knows itself, And there's my lord of Worcester, and a head
Steps me a little higher, than his vow

Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg;

The special head of all the land together:
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster,
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth :

And many more corrivals, and dear men
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep

Of estimation and command in arms.
Over his country's wrongs ; and, by this face, Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos’d.
This seeming brow of justice, did he win

Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
The hearts of all, that he did angle for,

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!
In short time after, he depos'd the king;

[Exeunt severally
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,

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SCENE I.

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;

Above

yon busky hill! the day looks pale In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;

At his distemperatgre.
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong, P. Hen. The southern wind
And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
This head of safety; and, withal, to pry

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

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That you and I should meet upon such terms, Of pell-mell havock and confusion.
As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust, P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul,
And made us doff our easy robes of peace, Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel.

If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
This is not well, my lord, this is not well.

The prince of Wales doth join with all the world
What say you to’t? will you again unknit In praise of Henry Percy. By my hopes,-
This charlish knot of all-abhorred war?

This present enterprize set off his head, -
And move in that obedient orb again,

I do not think, a braver gentleman,
Where you did give a fair and natural light, More active-valiant, or more valiant-young,
And be no more an exhal'd meteor,

More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
A prodigy of fear, and a portent

To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
of broached mischief to the unborn times ? For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
Wor. Hear me, my liege!

I have a truant been to chivalry;
For mine own part, I could be well content And so, I hear, he doth account me too:
To entertain the lag-end of my life

Yet this before my father's majesty,–
With quiet hours; for, I do protest,

I am content, that he shall take the odds
I have not sought the day of this dislike.

of his great name and estimation,
K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes And will, to save the blood on either side,
it then?

Try fortune with him in a single fight.
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we ven-
P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace!

ture thee,
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty to turn your looks Alheit, considerations infinite
of favour from myself, and all our house; Do make against it. — No, good Worcester, no,
And yet I must remember you, my lord,

We love our people well; even those we love,
We were the first and dearest of your friends. That are misled upon your cousin's part,
For you my staff of office did I break

And, will they take the offer of our grace,
In Richard's time, and posted day and night Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man
To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his.
When yet you were in place and in account So tell your cousin, and bring me word
Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.

What he will do. — But if he will not yield,
It was myself, my brother, and his son,

Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
That brought you home, and boldly did ontdare And they shall do their office. So, be gone!
The dangers of the time. You swore to us,- We will not now be troubled with reply:
And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,- We offer fair, take it advisedly!
That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state,

(Exeunt Worcester and Vernon.
Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n right, P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life!
The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster. The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
To this we swore our aid. But, in short space, Are confident against the world in arms.
It rain'd down fortune showering on your head, K. Hen.Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge!
And such a flood of greatness fell on you, —. For, on their answer, will we set on them;
What with our help, what with the absent king, And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
What with the injuries of a wanton time,

(Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince John.
The seeming sufferances, that you had borne, Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and
And the contrarious winds, that held the king bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
So long in his unlucky Irish wars,

P. Hen. Nothing but a colossns can do thee that
That all in England did repute him dead,-- friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell!
And, from this swarm of fair advantages,

Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.
You took occasion to be quickly woo'd

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,

(Exit.
Proclaim’d at market-crosses, read in churches,
To face the garment of rebellion

SCENE II. — The rebel camp.
With some fine colour, that may please the eye

Enter WORCESTER and Verxon.
Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir Richard,
Which gape and rub the elbow at the news The liberal kind ofler of the king.
Of hurly burly innovation :

Ver. 'Twere best, he did.
And never yet did insurrection want

Wor. Then are we all undone.
Such water-colours, to impaint his cause, It is not possible, it cannot be,
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time

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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,

Can lift

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;
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
The better cherish’d, still the nearer death. If life did ride upon a dial's point,
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood, An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
And an adopted name of privilege,-

If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen: Now for our conscience, – the arms are fair,
All his oflences live upon my head,

When the intent of bearing them is just.
And on his father's; -- we did train him on;

Enter another Messenger.
And, his corruption being ta’en from us,

Mess. My lord, prepare! the king comes on apace.
We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.

Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know, For I profess not talking; only this-
In any case, the offer of the king !

Let each man do his best! and here draw I
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
Here comes your cousin.

With the best blood, that I can meet withal
Enter Hotspur and Douglas; and Officers and Sol- In the adventure of this perilous day.
diers, behind.

Now, — Esperance !-- Percy! — and set on!
Hot. My uncle is return’d. — Deliver up

Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
My lord of Westmoreland. — Uncle, what news ? And by that music let us all embrace!
Wor. The king will bid you baitle presently. For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. A second time do such a courtesy.
Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so !

[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and
Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.[Exit.

exeunt.
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king,

SCENE III. -- Plain near Shrewsbury.
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !

Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, buttle. Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting.
Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,- Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus
By now forswearing that he is forsworn.

Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou scek
He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge

Upon my head ?
With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas;
Re-enter Douglas.

And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms ! for I have thrown Because some tell me, that thou art a king.
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,

Blunt. They tell thee true.
And Westmoreland, that was engag’d, did bear it; Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,
Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
king,

Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;

Hot. 0, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And thou shalt find a king, that will revenge
And that no man might draw short breath to-day, Lord Stafford's death. [They fight, and Blunt is slain.
But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,

Enter HoTSPUR.
How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt? Hot.O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
Ver. No, by my soul! I never in my life I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,

Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies
Unless a brother should a brother dare

the king.
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.

Hot. Where?
He gave you all the duties of a man,

Doug. Here.
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue, Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full well:
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,

A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
Making you ever better, than his praise,

Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
By still dispraising praise, valued with you, Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
And, which became him like a prince indeed, A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
He made a blushing cital of himself,

Why didst thou tell me, that thou wert a king?
And chid his truant youth with such a grace, Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
As if he master'd there a double spirit,

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,
There did he pause. But let me tell the world, - Until I meet the king.
If he outlive the envy of this day,

Hot. Up, and away!
England did never owe so sweet a hope,

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt.
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Other alarunus. Enter Falsta¥F.
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London,
Upon his follies; never did I hear

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;
But, be he as he will, yet once ere night there's honour for you: here's no vanity! I am as
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy:-

hot, as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead
out of me! I need no more weight, than mine own

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