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.

It is not possible, it cannot be,

Then we are all undone.

The king should keep his word in loving us;
He will suspect us still, and find a time

To punish this offence in other faults:
Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;1
For treason is but trusted like the fox;

Who, ne'er so tame, so cherished, and locked up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,
Interpretation will misquote our looks;
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherished, still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,-

A hare-brained Hotspur, governed 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 spring of all, shall pay for all.
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
In any case, the offer of the king.

Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll

Here comes your cousin.

say,

'tis so.

1 The folio reads thus:-" Supposition, all our lives, shall be stuck full of eyes."

Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers, behind.

Hot. My uncle is returned.-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,

And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

Wor. The prince of Wales stepped forth before the king,

And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.

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 showed his tasking? Seemed it in contempt? Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms. He gave you all the duties of a man ;

1 Westmoreland was impawned as a surety for the safe return of Wor

cester.

2 Tasking as well as taring was used for reproof. We still say, "He took him to task."

Trimmed up your praises with a princely tongue;
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Making you ever better than his praise,
By still dispraising praise, valued with you;
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital of himself,

And chid his truant youth with such a grace,
As if he mastered1 there a double spirit,
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
There did he pause; but let me tell the world,-
If he outlive the envy of this day,

2

England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamored
Upon his follies. Never did I hear
Of any prince, so wild at liberty:
But, be he as he will, yet once ere night
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.

3

Arm, arm, with speed;—and, fellows, soldiers, friends, Better consider what you have to do,

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,

Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
Hot. I cannot read them now.-
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,

Still ending at the 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 consciences,the arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just.

1 That is, was master of.

2 Own.

3 So wild at liberty may mean so wild and licentious, or loose in his conduct. Dr. Johnson's version is—" any prince that played such pranks, and was not confined as a madman.”

Enter another Messenger.

Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For 1 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.
Now,-Esperance !-Percy!-and set on.-
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 trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.

SCENE III. Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions and Parties fighting. Alarum to the Battle. Then

Enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting.

Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Thou crossest me? What honor dost thou seek Upon my head?

Doug.

Know, then, my name is Douglas;

And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,

Because some tell me that thou art a king.

Blunt. They tell thee true.

Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought

Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,

This sword hath ended him.

So shall it thee,

Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;1 And thou shalt find a king that will revenge

Lord Stafford's death.

[They fight, and BLUNT is slain.

1 The folio reads:

"I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot."

Enter HOTSPUr.

Hot. O, Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumphed upon a Scot.

Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

Hot. Where?
Doug. Here.

Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well. A gallant knight he was; his name was Blunt; Semblably furnished like the king himself.

Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither1 it goes ! A borrowed title hast 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 sword, I will kill all his coats. I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

Until I meet the king.

Hot.

Up, and away;

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.

Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.

[Exeunt.

Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt ;there's honor for you. Here's no vanity!2-I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too. God keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's but 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.

P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me hy sword;

1 Whither for whithersoever. Thus Baret," Whether, or to what place you will. Quovis." Any-whether also signified to any place.

2 "Here's no vanity: " the negative is here used, ironically, to designate the excess of a thing.