That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state; What with our help; what with the absent king; That all in England did repute him dead;— 1 i. e. the injuries done by King Richard in the wantonness of prosperity. SHAK. VII. H And violation of all faith and troth Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated,1 Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; To face the garment of rebellion With some fine color, that may please the eye And never yet did insurrection want P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, 1 Exhibited in articles. 2 Impatiently expecting. Yet this, before my father's majesty ;— I am content, that he shall take the odds And will, to save the blood on either side, Try fortune with him in a single fight. K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no! We love our people well; even those we love, [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon. K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge; For, on their answer, will we set on them: [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. Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. 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; Honor pricks me on. Yea, but how if Honor prick me off when I come on? how then? Can Honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is Honor? A word. What is in that word, Honor? What is that Honor? 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 living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it; therefore I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. SCENE II. The rebel camp. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir Richard, The liberal, kind offer of the king. Ver. "Twere best, he did. Then are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The king should keep his word in loving us : Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up, A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen. And on his father's ;- -we did train him on ; Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say 'tis so. Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers behind. Hot. My uncle is return'd. Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland. Uncle, what news? Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. |