This head of fafety; and withal to pry
Into his title too, the which we find
"Too indirect for long continuance."

Blunt. Shall I return this anfwer to the King? AT

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Hot Not fo, Sir Walter; we'll withdraw a while : Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd Some furety for a fafe return again; And in the morning early fhall my uncle' Bring him our purpofes: and fo farewel. Blunt. I would you would accept of grace Hot. It may be so we fhall. Blunt. Pray heav'n you do!

SCENE VI.

and love!

[Exeunt.

Changes to the Archbishop of York's palace. ri
Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michell. ·
York. Hie, good Sir Michell, bear this fealed brief
With winged hafte to the Lord Marefhal; A
This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest
To whom they are directed: if you knew
How much they do import, you wou'd make haste.
Sir Mich. My Lord, I guefs their tenor.
York. Like enough.

To-morrow, good Sir Michell, is a day,***
Wherein the fortune of ten thoufand men
Mult bide the touch. For, Sir, at Shrewsbury,
As I am truly giv'n to understand,

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The King, with mighty and quick-raifed power,

And what with Owen Glendower's abfence thence,

Meets with Lord Harry; and, I fear, Sir Michell,
What with the fickness of Northumberland,
Whofe pow'r was in the firit proportion;

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Who with them was a rated finew * too,
And comes not in, o er-rul'd by prophefies;
I fear the pow'r of Percy is too weak,

To wage an inftant trial with the King.

Sir Mich. Why, my good Lord, there's Douglas and Lord Mortimer.

York. No, Mortimer is not there.

Sir Mich. But there is Mordac, Vernon, Harry Percy, * i. e. accounted a strong alu.

Mr. Pope.

And there's my Lord of Worcester, and a head
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

York. And fo there is: but yet the King hath drawn The special head of all the land together:

The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,
The noble Weftmorland, and warlike Blunt;
And many more corrivals, and dear men

Of eftimation and command in arms.

Sir Mich. Doubt not, my Lord, they shall be well op-
York. I hope no lefs: yet, needful 'tis to fear. [pos'd.
And to prevent the worst, Sir Michell, speed;
For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the King
Difmifs 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 hafte, I must go write again

To other friends; and fo farewel, Sir Michell. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

The camp at Shrewsbury.

Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falstaff.

K. Hen. H Above yon bufky hill! the day looks pale HAbove

OW bloodily the fun begins to peer

At his diftemperature.

P. Henry. The fouthern wind.

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,

And, by his hollow whiftling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempeft, and a bluftr'ring day.

K. Henry. Then with the lofers let it sympathize,

For nothing can seem foul to those that win.

[The trumpet founds,

Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.

K. Henry. How now my Lord of Wor'fter? 'tis not That you and I fhould meet upon fuch terms [well, As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our trust,

And made us doff our eafy robes of peace,

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To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
This is not well, my Lord, this is not well,
What fay you to't? will you again unknit
This churlish knot of all-abhorred war,
And move in that obedient orb again,
Where you did give a fair and natural light;
And be no more an exhal'd meteor,

A prodigy of fear, and a portent

Of broached mifchief, to the unborn times?
Wor. Hear me, my Liege.

For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag end of

my

life

With quiet hours; for I do protest,

I have not fought the day of this dislike.

K. Henry. You have not fought it, Sir; how comes it then?

Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
P. Henry Peace, chewet, peace.

friends:

Wor. It pleas'd your Majefty, to turn your loeks
Of favour from myfelf, and all our house;
And yet I must remember you, my Lord,
We were the firft and dearest of your
For you, my ftaff of office I did break
In Richard's time, and pofted day and night
To meet you on the way, and kifs your hand;
When yet you were, in place and in account,
Nothing fo strong and fortunate as I.

It was myfelf, my brother, and his fon,
That brought you home, and boldly did outdare
The dangers of the time. You fwore to us,
(And you did fwear that oath at Doncafter),
That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the ftate,
Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right;
The feat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster.
To this we fware our aid: but in short space
It rain'd down fortune fhow'ring on your head,
And fuch a flood of greatnefs fell on you,
What with our help, what with the absent King,
What with the injuries of a wanton time,
The feeming fuffrances that you had borne,
And the contrarious winds that held the King
So long in the unlucky Irish wars,

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That all in England did reputë him dead;
And, from this fwarm of fair advantages,
You took occafion to be quickly woo'd,
To gripe the gen'ral fway into your hand;
Forgot your oath to us at Doncafter;
And being fed by us, you us'd us fo,
As that ungentle gull, the cuckow's bird,
Ufeth the sparrow; did opprefs our nest,
Grew by our feeding to fo great a bulk,
That ev'n our love durft not come near your fight
For fear of fwallowing; but with nimble wing
We were inforce'd for fafety's fake to fly
Out of your fight, and raise this prefent head:
Whereby we stand opposed by fuch means
As you yourself have forge'd against yourself,
By unkind ufage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth,
Sworn to us in our younger enterprife.

K. Henry.Thefe things, indeed, you have articulated,
Proclaim'd at market-croffes, read in churches,
To face the garment of rebellion

With fome 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 yet did infurrection want

Such water-colours, to impaint his cause ;
Nor moody beggars, ftarving for a time

Of pell-mell havock and confufion.

P. Henry. In both our armies there is many a foul
Shall pay full dearly for this bold encounter,
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
In praife of Henry Percy. By my hopes,
(This prefent enterprise set off his head),
I do not think a braver gentleman,

More active, valiant, or more valued young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
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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 fo, I hear, he doth account me too.

Yet this before my father's Majefty,

I am content that he fhall take the odds
Of his great name and estimation;

And will, to fave the blood on either fide,
Try fortune with him, in a fingle fight.

K. Henry. And, Prince of Wales, fo dare we venture Albeit confiderations infinite

[thee, Do make against it. No, good Wor'fter, no, We love our people well; even those we love That are misled upon your cousin's part: And, will they take the offer of our grace, Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man, Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his. So tell your coufin, and return me word What he will do. But if he will not yield, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us, And they shall do their office. So be gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer fair, take it advisedly.

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[Exit Worcester, with Vernen! P. Henry. It will not be accepted, on my life; W The Douglas and the Hotfpur both together Are confident against the world in arms.

K. Henry. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge, For on their anfwer we will fet on them:

And God befriend us, as our caufe is juft! [Exeunt. SCENE II. Manent Prince Henry and Falstaff,

Fal. Hal, if thou fee me down in the battle, and be ftride me, fo; 'tis a point of friendship, and r. P. Henry. Nothing but a coloffus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewel... 10 Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Henry. Why, thou oweft heav'n a death. [Exit. Fal. 'Tis not due yet. I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be fo forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, honour pricks me on. But how if honour prick me off, when I come on? How then can honour fet to a leg? no: or an arm? no or take away the grief of a wound? no: ⚫ honour hath no fkill in furgery then? no. What is honour? a word. What is that word honour? air; a

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