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The Douglas and the Hotspur, both together,
[Exeunt the KING, PRINCE JOHN, Sir W.
BLUNT, GENTLEMEN, and OLDIERS. 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 Heaven a death.
[Erit. 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, 'ris no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yca, 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 that word, honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that dy'd 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 a mere scutcheon ; and so ends my catechism.
Wor. O, no; my nephew must not know, Sir
Ver. 'Twere best, he did.
Wor. Then are we all undone,
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say,
Wor. The king will bid you battle presently.
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
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 show'd his talking ?- seem'd it in contempt?
Ver. No, by my soul ; I'never in my life
all the duties of a man ;
Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
He gave you
I will embrace him with a soldier's
arm, That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
Enter EARL OF DOUGLAS.
Hot. Arm, arm with speed !--
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking ; only this, – Let each man do his best: 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. Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that music let us all embrace: For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy.
[The Drums, Trumpets, fc. sound.-They em
brace. Now,-Esperanza!-Percy !--and set on.
[Trumpets, Drums, &c.-Exeunt.
Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. [The Prince draws out a Bottle of Sack. P. Hen. What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
(The Prince throws it at him, and exit. Fal. If Percy be alive, I'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 such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath : give me life; which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [Alarums.—Erit.
Another Part of the Field of Battle.
Enter HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES, and HOTSPUR.
Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my
Hot. My name is Harry Percy,
P. Hen. Why, then I see
Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee;