The Douglas and the Hotspur, both together, K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge; For, on their answer, we will set on them: [Exeunt the KING, PRINCE JOHN, SIR W. 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, '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 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 is a mere scutcheon; and so ends my catechism. A [Exit. SCENE II. HOTSPUR'S Camp. Enter EARL Of 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 are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The king should keep his word in loving us ; It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood; A hair-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. Enter HOTSPUR, EARL OF DOUGLAS, GENTLEMEN, Hot. My uncle is return'd;-Deliver up Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. [Exit. Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; And chid his truant youth with such a grace, England did never owe so sweet a hope, But, be he as he will, yet once ere night I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, Enter EARL OF DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen, to arms! for I have thrown O, gentlemen, the time of life is short; Still ending at the arrival of an hour. An if we live, we live to tread on kings; If die, brave death, when princes die with us! Enter RABY. Rab. 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 best: and here draw I [The Drums, Trumpets, &c. sound.-They em- Now, Esperanza!-Percy !-and set on. [Trumpets, Drums, &c.—Exeunt. H 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.-Exit. SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field of Battle. Alarums-Excursions. 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 name. Hot. My name is Harry Percy. A very valiant rebel of the name. I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Hot. Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come |