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More daring or more bold, is now alive
with noble deeds.
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON,
P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life.
[Exeunt King, BLUNT, and Prince John. Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and bestride me, so ; 't is a point of friendship.
P. Hen. 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.
Fal. ”T is 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 Well, 't is 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:
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.
SCENE II.— The Rebel Camp.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
Wor. O, no! my nephew must not know, Sir
Ver. 'T were best he did.
Then are we all undone.
The better cherished, still the nearer death.
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say 't is so.
Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS ; Officers and
Soldiers behind. Hot. My uncle is returned : deliver up My Lord of Westmoreland.—Uncle, what news!
Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
[Exit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any ? God forbid ! Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking ; which he mended thus,
Re-enter DOUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen ! to arms! for I have
thrown A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it; Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Wor. The Prince of Wales stepped forth before
the king, And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
Hot. 0, '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 showed his tasking ? seemed it in contempt ?
Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms. He gave you all the duties of a man, Trimmed up your praises with a princely tongue, Spoke your deservings like a chronicle, Making you ever better than his praise,