Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed: For, if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,For he hath heard of our confederacy.And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him; Therefore, make haste: I must go write again To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael. [Exeunt severally. ACT V. SCENE I. The King's Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and SIR JOHN FALSTAFF. K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale At his distemperature. P. Hen. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes: K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content I have not sought the day of this dislike. K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace. Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks Of favour, from myself, and all our house; In Richard's time; and posted day and night It was myself, my brother, and his son, That all in England did repute him dead,— : For fear of swallowing: but with nimble wing And violation of all faith and troth K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated, Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; With some fine colour, that may please the eye And never yet did insurrection want P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, And so, I hear, he doth account me too: And will, to save the blood on either side, K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, Albeit, considerations infinite Do make against it:-No, good Worcester, no, We will not now be troubled with reply: [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON. P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life; The Douglas and the Hotspur both together Are confident against the world in arms. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his For, on their answer, will we set on them: [Exeunt KING, BLUNT, and PRINCE JOHN. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning!-Who hath it? He that died o’Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth 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 scutcheon, and so ends iny catechism. [Exit. SCENE II. The Rebel Camp. Enter WORCESTER and 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 are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The king should keep his word in loving us; He will suspect us still, and find a time A bare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen: And on his father's; we did train him on; Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. Here comes your cousin. Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers, behind. Hot. My uncle is return'd :-Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland.-Uncle, what news? Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. [Exit. Wor. There is no seeming 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 forswearing that he is forsworn: He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Re-enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, it; Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. |