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⚫ trim reckoning. Who hath it? he that dy'd a Wed nefday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it no • Is it infenfible then? yea, to the dead: but will it not ' live with the living? no: why? detraction will not 'fuffer it. Therefore I'll none of it; honour is a mere fcutcheon, and fo ends my catechifm. [Exit.

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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 beft he did.

Wor. Then we are all undone.

It is not poffible, it cannot be,

The King should keep his word in loving us;
He will fufpect us ftill, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults.

Sufpicion, all our lives, fhall be stuck full of eyes;
For treafon is but trusted like a fox,

Who ne'er fo tame, fo cherith'd, and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or fad, or merrily,
Interpretation will mifquote our looks;
And we fhall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherifh'd, ftill the nearer death.
My nephew's trefpafs may be well forgot,
It hath th' excufe of youth and heat of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,

A hair-brain'd Hot-fpur, govern'd by a spleen.
All 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, fhall pay for all.
Therefore, good coufin, let not Harry know,
In any cafe, the offer of the King.

Ver. Deliver what you will, I fay, 'tis fo.
Here comes your coufin,

SCENE IV. Enter Hot-spur and Douglas.

Hot. My uncle is return'd:
Deliver up my Lord of Weftmorland.

Uncle,

Uncle, what news?

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

[Exit Douglas. Wor. There is no feeming mercy in the King. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid ! Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, By now forfwearing that he is forfworn. He calls us rebels, traitors, and will fcourge With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Enter Douglas.

Doug. Arm, gentlemen, to arms; for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth:

And Weftmorland, that was engage'd, did bear it; Which cannot chufe 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 fhort breath to day, But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How fhew'd his talking? feem'd it in contempt? Ver. No, by my foul: I never in my life Did hear a challenge urge'd more modeftly, Unless a brother fhould a brother dare To gentle exercife and proof of arms. He gave you all the duties of a man, Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue, Spoke your defervings like a chronicle, Making you ever better than his praise : [By ftill difpraifing praife, valued with you! *] And, which became him like a prince indeed, He made a blufhing cital + of himself, And chid his truant youth with fuch a grace, As if he mafter'd there a double fpirit, Of teaching, and of learning, instantly. There did he paufe; but let me tell the world,

* This foolish line is indeed in the folio of 1623; but it is evidently the player's nonfenfe. Mr. Warburton.

Lital, for taxation.

If he outlive the envy of this day,
England did never owe fo fweet a hope,
So much mifconftrued in his wantonnefs.
Hot, Coufin, I think, thou art enamoured
Upon his follies; never did I hear
Of any prince fo wild, at liberty.
But be he as he will, yet once ere night,
I will embrace him with a foldier's arm,
That he fhall fhrink under my courtesy.

Arm, arm with speed. And, fellows, foldiers, friends,
Better confider what you have to do,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with perfuafion.

SCENE V. Enter a Meffenger.

Me My Lord, here are letters for you.
Hot. I cannot read them now.

O Gentlemen, the time of life is fhort:
To spend that fhortnefs bafely were too long,
Tho' life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at th' arrival 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 confciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent for bearing them is just,

Enter another Messenger.

Me. My Lord, prepare, the King comes on apace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale. For I profefs not talking: only this,

Let each man do his best.

And here draw I

A fword, whofe temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal,
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now, Efperanza! Percy! and set on:
Sound all the lofty inftruments of war;
And by that mufic let us all embrace:
For (heaven to earth +) fome of us never fhall
A fecond time do fuch a courtesy.

[They embrace, then exeunt. The trumpets found.

This was the word of battle on Percy's fide. See Hall's chronicle, folio 22. Mr. Pope.

tie. one might wager heaven to earth. Mr. W.

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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 crofWhat honour doft thou feek upon my head? [fest me? Doug. Know then, my name is Douglas,

And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Because fome tell me that thou art a King.

Blunt. They tell thee true.

Doug. The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought Thy likenefs; for instead of thee, King Harry, This fword hath ended him; fo fhall it thee, Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

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

Fight, Blunt is flain: then enter Hot-fpur.

Hot. O Douglas, hadft thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumphed o'er a Scot.

Doug. All's done, all's won, here breathlefs 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 haft 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 fword, 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 foldiers ftand full fairly for the day.

[Exeunt,

SCENE VII. Alarm, enter Falstaff folus.

Fal.Though I could 'fcape fhot-free at London, I fear the fhot here: here's no fcoring but upon the pate.

I

Soft,

Soft, who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt? There's honour for you: here's no vanity? I am as hot as moulten lead, 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; And they are for the town's end, to beg during life. "But who comes here?

Enter Prince Henry.

[fword;

P.Henry. What, ftand'ft 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 fword. Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe a while. Turk Gregory* never did fuch deeds in arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him fure.

P. Henry. He is indeed, and living to kill thee: I pr'ythee lend me thy fword.

Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'ft not my fword: but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Henry. Give it me: what, is it in the cafe? Fal. Ay, Hal, 'tis hot. There's that will fack a city. [The Prince draws out a bottle of fack. P. Henry. What, is it a time to jeft 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, fo; 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 fave, fo; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. [Exit.

* Meaning Gregory VII. called Hildebrand. This furious frier furmounted almoft juvincible obftacles to deprive the Emperor of his right of inveftiture of Bishops, which his predeceffors had long attempted in vain. Fox, in his hiftory, had made this Gregory fo odious, that I don't doubt but the good Proteftants of that time were well pleafed to hear him thus characterifed, as uniting the attributes of their two great enemies, the Turk and Pope, in one. Mr. Warburton.

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