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trim reckoning. - Who hath it? he that dy'da Wed

nesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doch 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 fcutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. SCENE III. Changes to Percy's camp.

Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon. Wor. O no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The liberal kind offer of the King.

Ver. 'Twere best he did.

Wor. Then we are all undone.
It is not poflible, it cannot be, ';
The King should keep his word in loving us ;
He will sufpect us ftill, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults.
Suspicion, all our lives, shall be stuck full of eyes;
For treason is but trusted like a fox,
Who ne'er so tame, fo cherish'd, and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or fad, or merrily,
Interpretation will misquote our looks ;
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,
It hath th'excuse of youth and heat of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,
A hair-brain's Hot-fpur, govern'd by a spleen.
Al his offences live upon my head,
And on his father's. We did train him on;
And his corruption being ta'en from us,
We as the fpring of all, shall pay for all.
Therefore, good coufin, let not Harry know,
In any case, the offer of the King.

Ver. Deliver what you will, I say, 'tis so.
Here comes your cousin.

SCENE IV. Enter Hot-spur and Douglaf

Hot. My uncle is return’d:
Deliver up my Lord of Westmorland.


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Uncle, what news ?

Wor. The King will bid you battle presently.
Doug. Defy him by the Lord of Westmorland.
Hot. Lord Douglas, go you then and tell him fo.
Doug. Marry, I shall; and very willingly.

[Exit Douglas.
Ior. There is no seeming mercy in the King.
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !

Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Cf his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

Enter Douglas.
Doug. Arm, gentlemen, to arms; for I have throwa
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth:
And Weltmorland, that was engage’d, did bear it;
Which cannot chuse but bring him quickly on.

Wor. The Prince of Wales ftept forth before the King, And, nephew, challenge'd you to fingle fight.

Hot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
And that no man might draw short breath to day,
But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
How shew'd his talking ? feem'd it in contempt?

Ver. No, by my soul: I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urge'd more modestly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and proof of arins.
He gave you all the duties of a man,
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,
Making you ever better than his praise :
[By still dispraising praise, valued with you! *]
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital + of himself,
And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he master'd there a double fpirit,
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
There did lie pause; but let me tell the world,

* This foolish line is indeed in the folio of 1623 ; but it is evi-
denty ihe player's nontente. Mr. Warburton.
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If he outlive the envy of this day,
England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
Upon his follies; never did I hear
of any prince so wild, at liberty.
But be he as he will, yet once ere night,
I will embrace him with a foldier's arın,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
Arm, arm with speed. And, fellows, foldiers, friends,
Better consider what you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can Lift your blood up with persuasion.

SCENE V. Enter a Mesenger.
Mel. My Lord, here are letters for you.

Hot. I cannot read them now.
O Gentlemen, the time of life is short :
To spend that shortness basely were too long,
Tho' life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at tharrival of an hour.
And if we live, we live to tread on Kings:
If die ; brave death, when princes die with us !
Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent for bearing them is juft,

Enter another Mellenger.
Mcf. My Lord, prepare, the King comes on apace.

Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale. For I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his belt. And here draw I A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal, In the adventure of this perilous day. Now, Esperanza * ! Percy! and set on: Sound all the lofty instruments of war ; And by that music let us all embrace : For (heaven to earth t) some of us never shall A fecond time do such a courtesy.

[They embrace, then exeurt. The trumpets found. * This was the word of battle on Percy's fide. See Hall's chroDicle, folio 22. tie, one might wager heaven to earth. Mr. W.


Mr. Pope.


S CE N E The King entereth with his power; alarm to the battle.

Then enter Douglas, and Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. What is thy name, that thus in battle crosWhat honour dost thou seek upon my head ? [fest me?

Doug. Know then, ny name is Douglas, And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a King.

Blunt. They tell thee true.

Dong. The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought Thy likeness; for instead of thee, King Harry, This sword hath ended him ; fo shall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

Blunt. I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot, And thou shalt find a King that will revenge Lord Stafford's death.

Fight, Blunt is sain : then enter Hot-fpur. Hot.O Douglas, hadit thou foughtat Holmedon thus, I never had triumphed o'er a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won, here breathless lies the

King. Hot. Where? Doug. Here.

Hot. This, Douglas? no: I know his face full well. A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himself.

Doug. Ah ! fool, go with thy foul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title halt thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a King?

Hot. The King hath many marching in his coats.
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murther all his wardrobe piece by piece,
Until I meet the King.

Hot. Up and away,
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

[Exeunt, SCENE VII. Alarm, enter Falstaff folus.

Fal. Though I could'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here: here's no scoring but upon the pate.




I pr’ythee

Soft, who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt? There's honour

for you: here's no vanity ? 'I am as hot as moulten leåd, and as heavy too. Heav'n keep lead out of me; I need no more weight than mine own bowels! “I have “ led my rag-o-muffians where they are pepper'd : «' there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; 5 And they are for the town's end, to beg during life. 66 But who comes here?

Enter Prince Henry.
P.Henry. What, stand'st thou idle here ? lend me thy
Many a noble man lies stark and stiff

Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies ;
Whose deaths are unrevenge'd. Lend me thy sword.

Fal. O Hal, I pr’ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. Turk Gregory

never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. P. Henry. He is indeed, and living to kill thee:

lend me thy sword.
Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not my
sword : but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Henry. Give it me: what, is it in the case ?
Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will fack a city.

[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?

[Throws it at him, and Exit. Fal. If Percy be alive, he'll pierce him; if he do come in my way, so; if he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not fuch grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.

* Meaning Gregory VII, called Hildebrand. This furious frier fur. mounted almost juvincible obstacles to deprive the Emperor of his right of investiture of Bishops, which his predecellors had long atiempted in vain. Fox, in his biftory, had made this Gregory odious, that I don't doubt but the good Protestants of that iime were well pleased to hear him thus characterised, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. Mr. Warburto11.

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