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Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
[Exeunt Worcester, and Vernon.
K. Henry. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge ; For, on their answer, we will set on them : And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
(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. Henry. 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.
[Exit Prince Henry. Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loth 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.
[Exit. take it advisedly.)-give it the confideration it merits. mere fourcheon,)-fit only to grace a funeral.
Enter Worcester, and Vernon." Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, fir Richard, The liberal kind offer of the king.
Ver. 'Twere best, he did.
Wor. Then are we all undone.
an adopted name of privilege,]-the name of Hotspur will exempt him from censure.
Ta spleen :]-whim, fancy, a fit of caprice. * ta'en]-caught, derived.
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis fo.
Enter Hotspur, and Douglas.
Wor. The king will bid you battle presently.
Hot. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland.
[Exit Douglas. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any ? God forbid !
Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Wor. The prince of Wales ftept forth before the king, And, nephew, challeng'd 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 shew'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
n engag'd, ]-kept here as an hostage.
Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life
gave you all the duties of a man;
of this day, England did never owe so sweet a hope, So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
any prince, so wild, at liberty :-
up with persuasion.
Enter a Messenger.. Mel. My lord, here are letters for you. P valu'd with you:)-compar'd with merit fuperior to praise, in respect whereof all praise inuit fall fort,
I cital]-recital. envy)-oppofition. • at liberty : )--not confined as a madman, so wild a libertina. VOL. III. O
Hot. I cannot read them now.-
Enter another Messenger.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
(The trumpets found. They embrace, then exeunt.
The King enteretb with bis power. Alarum to the battle.
Then enter Douglas, and Blunt.