Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love. Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do! SCENE IV. [Exeunt. York. A Room in the Archbishop's House Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief,3 With winged haste, to the lord mareshal; This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest To whom they are directed: if you knew How much they do import, you would make haste. I guess their tenor. Arch. Like enough you do. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies,)— I fear, the power of Percy is too weak To wage an instant trial with the king. Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; there's Douglas, And Mortimer. Arch. No, Mortimer's not there. Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Percy, And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. Arch. And so 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 Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt ; [3] A brief is simply a letter. JOHNS. [4] Whose quota was larger than that of any other man in the confederacy: JOHNS. And many more cor-rivals, and dear men Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd. ACT V. SCENE 1-The King's Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter King K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer P. Hen. The southern wind 4 Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize; Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. [4] i. e. To the sun's, to that which the sun portends by his unusual apearance, JOHNS. And be no more on exhal'd meteor, A prodigy of fear, and a portent Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content With quiet hours; for, I do protest, I have not sought the day of this dislike. K. Hen. You have not sought for it! how comes it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks In Richard's time; and posted day and night It was myself, my brother, and his son, That all in England did repute him dead,- [5] In an old book of cookery, printed in 1596, I find a receipt to make Cheets, which, from their ingredients, seem to have been fat, greasy puddings; and to these it is probable the prince alludes. STEEV. [6] See Richard the Second. JOHNS. Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster ; That even our love durst not come near your sight, Sworn to us in your younger enterprize. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated, Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; To face the garment of rebellion With some fine colour, that may please the eye Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, And never yet did insurrection want Such water-colours, to impaint his cause; Of pellmell havock and confusion. P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a sotal Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, The prince of Wales doth join with all the world Of his great name and estimation; [7] The cuckoo's chicken, who, being hatched and fed by the sparrow, in whose nest the cuckoo's egg was laid, grows in time able to devour hev Burse. JOHNS. And will, to save the blood on either side, K.Hen. And,prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, Albeit, considerations infinite Do make against it :-No, good Worcester, no, [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life : The Douglas and the Hotspur both together Are confident against the world in arms. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge; For, on their answer, will we 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. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. [Exit. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath 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 in that word,. honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! -Who hath it? He that died 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 [9] In the battle of Agincourt, Henry, when king, did this act of friend ship for his brother the duke of Gloucester, STEEV. |