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For you, my staff of office I did break
In Richard's time, and posted day and night
To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand;
When yet you were in place and in account
Nothing so strong and fortunate, as I:
It was my self, my brother, and his son,
That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare
The dangers of the time. You swore to us,

did swear that Oath at Doncaster, That

you did nothing purpose 'gainst the State, Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n Right; The Seat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster. To this, we sware our aid ; but in short space It rain'd down fortune show'ring on your head, And such a flood of greatness fell on you, What with our help, what with the absent King, What with the injuries of a wanton time, The seeming fuff’rances that you had borne, And the contrarious winds that held the King So long in the unlucky Irish wars, That all in England did repute him dead; And from this swarm of fair advantages You took occasion to be quickly woo'd, To gripe the gen’ral Sway into your hand; Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster, And being fed by us, you us'd us so, * As that ungentle gull, the Cuckow's bird, Useth the Sparrow, did oppress our nest, Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, That ev'n our love durst not come near your sight For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety's sake to fly Out of your sight, and raise this present head,

'My faff of office.] See Riche ed and fed by the sparrow, in ard the fieind.

whose neft the cuckow's egg ?ris that ungentle gull, the was laid, grows in time able to

cucko zu's bird. ] The cuc devour her nurse. kow's chicken, who, being hatch


Whereby' we stand opposed by such means
As you yourself have forg'd against yourself,
By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth,
Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.

K. Henry. These things, indeed, you have articulated,
Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
To face the garnient of Rebellion
With some fine colour, that may please the eye
Of fickle Changelings and poor Discontents;
Which gape, and rub the elbow at the news
Of hurly-burly innovation.
And never get did Insurrection want
Such water-colours, to impaint his cause,
Nor moody' beggars, starving for a time
Of pell-mell havock and confusion.

P. Henry. In both our armies there is many a soul Shall

pay full dearly for this bold encounter,
If once they join in tryal. Tell your Nephew,
The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
In praise of Henry Percy. By my hopes,
This present enterprize set off his head
I do not think a braver gentleman,
* More active-valiant, or more valiant-young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter age with noble deed.
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
I have a truant been to Chivalry,
And so, I hear, he doth account me too.
Yet this before my father's Majesty,
I am content that he shall take the odds
Of his great Name and Estimation,
And will, to save the blood on either side,
Try fortune with him, in a single fight.

3 Wefand of poked, &c.] We Land in opposition to you. 4 More active-valiant, or more

Valiant-yourg.) Sir T. Han

mer reads, more valued young. I think the present gingle has more of Shakespeare.

P 3

K. Ilenry.

K. Henry. And, Prince of IVales, so dare we vens

ture thee,
Albeit, Confidciations infinite
Do make against it. No, good lorojler, no,
We love our l'eople well; even those we love,
Tiat are niled upon your Cousin's part ;
A d, will th y take the offer of our Grace,
Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man
Sheli be my friend again, and I'll be his.
So tell your Cousin, and return me word
What he will do.

But if he will not yield,
Rebuke and dread Correction wait on us,
And they stall do the r o ce. So, be gone;
We will not now be troubled with Reply;
We olier fair, take it advisedly.

(Exit Worcester, with Vernon,
P. Icary. It will not be accepted, on my life.
The Douglas and the Flotspur both together
Are confident against the world in arms.
K. Henry. Fience, therefore, every Leader to his

Charge. For on their answer we will fer on them. And God befriend us, as our cause is just! [Excunt.

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Manent Prince Hienry and Faiftaff. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bellride me, fo; ’tis a point of friendship.

P Leniy. Nothing but a Colofius can do thee chat fri ndihip. Say thy prayers, and farewel.

Fal. I would it were bed-time, L'al, and all well. P. Llenry. Why, thou oweit heav'n a death.

(Exit P. Henry Frl. 'Tis not due yet: I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with in that calls not on me? Wel, 'tis no matter, honour * This exit is remarked by Mr. U, t9n. '

pricks me on; but how if honour prick me off, when I come on? how then? Can honour fer 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 a 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 ir ; s honour is a meer scutcheon, and so ends my catechisın. [Exit.

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Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.
Wcr No, my nephew must not know, Sir

The liberal kind offer of the King.

Ver. 'Twcre beft, he did.

Wor. Then we are all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The King should keep his word in loving us ; He will suspect us fiill, and find a time To punish this offence in other faults. Sufpicion, all our lives, shall be stuck full of eyes a For treason is but trusted like a Fox, Who ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,

s honour is a mere fcutcheon,} processions. And by meer fcutcheen This is very fine. The reward is infinuated, that whether alive of brave actions formerly was or dead, honour was but a name. only fome honourable bearing in

WARBURTON, the shields of arms bestow'd upon 6 Stricion, all our lives, skall defervers. Dut Falaf having

be liuck till of eyes.] The faid that honour often came not

same image of jufpicion is exhitill after death, he calls it very bited in & Latin tragedy, called uittily a scut, heon, which is the Roxana, written about the fame fainted heraldry borne in funeral time by Dr. William Alablaser.



Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or fad, or merrily,
Interpretation will misquote our looks;
And we shall feed like Oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,
It hath th’excuse of youth and heat of blood ;
And? an adopted name of privilege,
A hair-brain'd Hot Spur, govern'd 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 say, 'tis fo. Here comes your cousin.

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Enter Hotspur and Douglas. Hot. My uncle is return'd. - Deliver up my lord of Weftiorland. - Uncle, what news?

Wor. The King will bid you battle presently. Dewg. Defy him by the lord of Westmorland. Hot. Lord Dowglas, go you then and tell him so. Dowg. Marry, I shall; and very willingly.

[Exit Dowglas, Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King. Hot. Did you beg any ? God forbid !

Wcr. I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, By now forswearing that he is forsworn.

7 Ar a lopted name of privilege, name of Hot-four will privilege A huir-brain's Hot-fpur.] The him from censure.


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