Arch. And so there is; but yet the king hath drawn The special head of all the land togetherThe prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; And many more corrivals, and dear men Of estimation and command in arms. Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed. 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 P. Hen. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; 1 "I do not know (says Mr. Blakeway) whether Shakspeare ever surveyed the ground of Battlefield, but he has described the sun's rising over Haughmound hill from that spot as accurately as if he had. It still merits the name of a busky hill." Milton writes the word, perhaps more properly, bosky; it is from the French boscageux, woody. K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; For nothing can seem foul to those that win. Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content With quiet hours; for, I do protest, I have not sought the day of this dislike. K. Hen. You have not sought it! How comes it then ? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. Wor. It pleased your majesty to turn your looks In Richard's time; and posted day and night It was myself, my brother, and his son, 1 In an old cookery book, printed in 1596, I find a receipt for making chewets, which, from their ingredients, seem to have been fat, greasy puddings. Steevens. And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,- That all in England did repute him dead,— Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated, Proclaimed at market-crosses, read in churches, To face the garment of rebellion With some fine color, that may please the eye 1 "The Titling, therefore, that sitteth, being thus deceived, hatcheth the egge, and bringeth up the chicke of another bird :-and this she doth so long, untill the young cuckow being once fledge and readie to flie abroad, is so bold as to seize upon the old titling, and eat up her that hatched her."-Pliny's Nat. Hist. by Holland, b. x. ch. 9. 2 i. e. we stand in opposition to you. 3 The quartos read articulate. To articulate is to set down in articles. Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, And never yet did insurrection want P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, And so, I hear, he doth account me too: K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, Albeit, considerations infinite Do make against it.-No, good Worcester, no,2 1 i. e. anxiously expecting a time. 2 Mason suggests that we should read, "Know, good Worcester, know," &c. And they shall do their office. So, be gone; [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 charge; 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; honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honor? A word. What is in that word, honor? What is that honor? 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; honor is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. 1 In the battle of Agincourt, Henry, when king, did this act of friendship for his brother the duke of Gloucester. |