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 abfent King,
What with the Injuries of a wanton time,
The feeming 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 fwarm of fair advantages
You took occafion to be quickly woo'd,
To gripe the gen'ral Sway 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 neft,
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 inforc'd for safety's fake to fly
Out of your fight, and raife this present head:
Whereby we ftand oppofed by fuch means
As you yourself have forg'd against yourself,
By unkind ufage, 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-croffes, and read in churches, To face the garment of Rebellion

With fome fine colour, that may pleafe the eye
Of fickle Changelings and poor Difcontents;
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 caufe:
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

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 enterprize fet 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,
Το grace this latter age with noble deed.
For my part, I may fpeak it to my fhame,
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 shall take the odds
Of his great Name and Eftimation;

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

K. Henry. And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,

Albeit, Confiderations infinite

Do make against it: No, good Worster, no,
We love our People well; even those we love,
That are mifled upon your Coufin'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 fhall do their office. So, be gone;
We will not now be troubled with Reply;
We offer fair, take it advisedly.

[Exit Worcester, with Vernon.
P. Henry. It will not be accepted, on my life.
The Dowglas and the Hot-fpur 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 cause is juft! [Exeunt.

Manent Prince Henry and Falstaff.

Fal. HAL, if thou see me down in the battel, and beftride me, fo; 'tis a point of friendship.

P. Henry. Nothing but a Coloffus can do thee that friendship: Say thy prayers, and farewel.

Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Henry. Why, thou oweft heav'n a death.

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. 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 furgery 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 infenfible 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 fcutcheon, and fo ends my catechifm. [Exit

Wor.

Changes to Percy's Camp.

Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.

No, my nephew muft not know, Sir Richard,
The liberal kind offer of the King.

Ver. 'Twere best, he did.

Wor. Then we are all undone.

It is not poffible, it cannot be,

The

The King fhou'd keep his word in loving us;
He will fufpect us ftill, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults:
Sufpicion, all our lives, shall be stuck full of eyes;
For treafon is but trusted like a Fox,

Who ne'er fo tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or fad, or merrily,
Interpretation will mifquote our looks;
And we shall feed like Oxen at a stall,
The better cherish'd, ftill the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,
It hath th' excufe of youth and heat of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,

A hair-brain'd Hot-fpur, 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, fhall pay for all.
Therefore, good coufin, let not Harry know,
In any cafe the offer of the King.

Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll fay, 'tis fo.
Here comes your coufin.

Y

SCENE IV.

Enter Hot-fpur and Dowglas.

Hot. My uncle is return'd:

Deliver up my lord of Westmorland.

Uncle, what news?

Wor. The King will bid you battle presently.
Dowg. Defy him by the lord of Westmorland.
Hot. Lord Dowglas, go you then and tell him fo.
Dowg. Marry, I fhall; and very willingly.
[Exit Dowglas.
Wor. There is no feeming mercy in the King.
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid!

Wor.

Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
By now forfwearing that he is forfworn.
He calls us rebels, traitors, and will fcourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

Enter Dowglas.

Dowg. Arm. gentlemen, to arms; for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth:

And Westmorland, that was engag'd, did bear it ;
Which cannot chufe but bring him quickly on.
Wor. The Prince of Wales fept forth before the
King,

And, Nephew, challeng'd you to fingle fight.

Hot. O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
And that no man might draw fhort breath to day,
But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
How fhew'd his talking? feem'd it in contempt?
Ver. No, by my foul: I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modeftly,
Unless a brother should a brother dare,
To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man,
Trim'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
Spoke your defervings like a chronicle,
Making you ever better than his Praise:
[By ftill difpraising Praife, valued with You.]
And, which became him like a Prince indeed,.
He made a blushing cital of himself,

And chid his truant youth with fuch a grace,
As if he master'd there a double spirit,
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
There did he paufe; But let me tell the world,
If he out-live the envy of this day,.
England did never owe so sweet a hope,
So much mifconftrued in his wantonness.

Hot. Coufin, I think, thou art enamoured Upon his Follies; never did I hear

But