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What with the sickness of NorthnmberUnd
(Whose power was in the first proportion),
And what with Owen Glendower^s absence thence
(Who with tliem was a rated sinew too.
And comes not in, over-rul'd by prop*
I fear the power of Percy is too weal)
To wage an instant trial with the king.

Qent, Why, my good lord, yoa n^ not fear;
there's Douglas,
And Lord Mortimer.

Arch, No, Mortimer is not there.

OenU But there is Murdake, Vernon, Lord
Harry Percy,
And there's ray lord of Worcester; and a head
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

Arch.Xnd so there is : butyet 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 ;
And many more corrivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command m arms.

Oent, Doubt not, my lord, he shall be well
oppos'd.

Arch. I nope no less, yet needful *tis to fear;
And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:
For, if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
Dismiss 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 haste : I must go write again
To other friends; and so farewdl, Sir Midiael.
[SwemU ievetaUy



ACT V.



SCENE L— T%e Klng^ Can^ near Shrewsbury.

Enter King Heitry. Priiioe Henrv, Prince John
of Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir John

?ALeTAPP.

K, Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Aibove yon busky hill I the day looks pale
it his distempenture.

P. Hen, The southern wind

Doth plav the trumpet to his purposes;
And, by his hollow whi>t]ing in the leaves,
Poretefls a tempest ami a blubterinp day.

K. Hen. Then with the losers let ii, sympathize ;
For nothing can seem foul to those that wm.

ThanptL Enter Worcester and Vernoh.

How now, mv lord of Worcester? tis not well.
That you and f should meet upon such terras
Afi now we meet : You have deceived our trust;
And made os doff oar easy robes of peace.



To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel :

This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What say you to it? will vou 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 prodijcy of fear, and a portent
Of broached mischief to tne unborn times?

War. Hear me, mv liege:
For mine own part, I coiud be well content
To entertain the lag-end of ray life
With quiet hours ; for, 1 do protest,
I have not sought the day of this dislike.

jfiT. Hen. You have not sought itl how oomee it
then?

FaL Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

P. Ben, Peace, chewet, peace.

Wor. it pleased your maiesty to turn yoor looks
Of £ivoar from myself^ and all <m hoiuei ^ I ^
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3W KING HENRY

And yet I miiBt remember yon, my lord^
We were the first and dearest of yom* fnends.
For yon, my staff of office did I break
In Richard s time; and posted day and night
To meet yon on the way, and kin your hand.
When yet yon were in place and in accomit
Nothing .no strong and fortunate as 1.
It was myself, my brother, and his son,
That brought yoa home, and boldly did oatdare
The danger of the time: Yon swore to us, —
And yon did swear that oatu at Doncaster, —
That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state ;
Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:
To this we sware our aid. But, in short space.
It rain'd down fortune showering on your nead ;
And such a flood of greatness fell on yon, —
What with our help; what with the absent king;
What with the injuries of a wanton time ;
the seeming sufferances that you had borne ;
And the ooutrarious winds, that held the king
So long in his nnlocky Irish wars.
That ajl in England did repute him dead, —
And, fW>m this swarm of fair advantages,
You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
To gripe the general sway into your hand ;
Forgot jjTOur oath to us at Donca.ster ;
And, being fed by us. you used us so
As that ungentle gull the cuckoo's bird
Useth the sparrow : did oppress our nest ;
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk.
That even our love durst not come near your sight,
For (ear of swallowing ; but with nimble wing
We were enforc'd, for safety sake, to fly
Out of your sight, and raise this present head :
Whereby we stand opposed by such means
As yon yourself have forg'd against yourself;
By unkind usage, danirerous countenance.
And violation of all faith and troth
Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.

K, Hen, These things, indeed, you have artion-
lated,
Proclaimed at market-crosses, read in churches,
To faiw the garment of rebellion
With some fine colour, that may please the eye
Of fickle changelings and poor discontents,
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
Of hm*lyburly innovation :
And never yet did insurrection want
Such water-colours to im^^aint his cause;
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
Of jpellmell havoc and cor.fiision

A Ben. In both our armies there is many a soul
Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
Ifonoetney join in trial. Tell your nephew,
The I'riiice of Wales doth join wiih all the world
In praise of Henry Percy : By my hopes, —
This present enterprise set on hb head, —
X do not think a braver gentleman,
flore active-valiant, or more valiant-young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive.
To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
1 haye a truant been to chivalry ;
And so, I hear, he doth account me too:
Yet this before my father's majesty, —
I am content Uiat he shall take the odds
Of his great name and estimation ;
And will, to save the blood on either side,
Try fortune with him in a siujrlt'. fight

A. Ben. And, Prince of Wales, so dme we
yenture thee,
Albeit, ooosideratious infiw'te



IV.— PABT L

Do make against it :— No, good Worcester, no,
We love our people well ; even those we love
Tliat are misled upon your cousin's part :
And, will they take the offer of our graee.
Both he, and they, and you, yea, every nu
Shall be my friend again, ana Til be ms:
St» tell your cousin, and bring me word
W^bat he will do :— But if he w:il 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 fkir, take it advisedly.

[ Kxeimt Worcester and Vernoh.

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, Ben, Hence, therefore, every leader to his
charge ;
For on their answer will we set on them :
And Qod befriend us, as our cause Ls just.

[Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince John.

FaL Hal, if tliou see me down in the battle,
and bestride me, so ; 'tis a point of friendship.

P, Uai. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee
that fViendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell.

FaL I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all
well.

P, Ben, Why, thoa owest Heaven a death.

[ExU.

FaL 'Tis not due yet ; T would be loth to pay
him before his day. What need I be so for-
ward 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 that word,
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
tlien? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live
wirh the living? No. Why? Detraction will
not suffer it: — therefore. Til none of it: honour
is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.

{Exit.

SCENE Ih—The RAd Camp,
Enter Woroestbr and Ybknoh.

Wot, O, no, my nephew must not know, Sit

Ricliard.
The liberal kin(i offer of the king.

Ver. 'Twere best he did.

War, Then are we all nndooe.

It is not possible, it cannot be,
Tlic king should keep his word in loving us :
lie will suspect us still, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults:
Suspicion, all our lives, shall be stuck full of eyes :
For treason b but trusted like the fox ;
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish 'd and lock'd up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily.
Interpretation will misquote our lo<ks;
And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
The better cherish 'd still the nearer death.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,
It'hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood ;
And an adopted name of privilege,—
A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern d by a spleen:
All his offences live upon niv head,
I And on his £ather*s >— we did train Mm opi T

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KING HENRY

A.nd, Ills oorruption being U en from us,
We, Bn the spring of all, shall pay for all.
Therefore, good cousin, let not ilarrj know,
In any case, the offer of the kint::.

Ver. Deliver what jrou will, 111 Bay tis ao.
Here comes your cousin.

3Uer Hotspur emd Douglas: onJ OfBoen and
Boldlers, behind.

Hot My uncle is retum'd : — Deliver up
My lord of Westmoreland. — Uncle, what news?

War. 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 b no seemhig mercy in the kmg.

Hot, Did yon beg any? God forbid 1

Wor. I told him gently of our grievances.
Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, —
By now forswearing tliat he is fitrswom :
He calls us rebels, traitors ; and will scoui^
With haughty arms this hateful name in os..

Be-enier Douglas.

Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms I for I hare
thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth.
And Westmoreland, that was enpig'd, 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. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads ;
And tliat no man might draw short breath to-day.
But I and Harry Monmouth ! Tell me, tell mo.
How showed his tasking? seemed it in contempt?

Ver. No, by my soul ; I never in my life
Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,
Unl&ts a brother should a brother dare
To gentle exercise and [yroof of arms.
He gave you all the duties of a man;
Trimmed op your praises with a prmcelytongae;
Bpoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Makinpr you ever better than his praise.
By still dispraising praise, valued with you :
And, which became him like a prince indeed.
He madra blushing cital of himself;
And chid his truant youth with such a grace
As if he mastered there a double spirit.
Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.
There did ne pause. But let me tell the world,—
If he outlive tne envy of this day,
England did never owe so sweet a hope.
So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

Hot. Cousm, I think, thou art enamoured
Upon hb follies : never did f hear
Or any prince so wild at liberty :
But, be he as be will, yet once ere night
I will embrace him wfth a 8oldier*s arm,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
Arm, arm, with speed: And, fellows, soldiers,

friends.
Better consider what you have to do.
Than I, that liave not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift jour blood up with persuasion.

Enter a Messenger.

Jtfen. My lord, here are letters tor jcn*

Hot. I cannot read them now. —
O gentlemen, the time of life b short ;
To spend that shortness basely were too long,
If lin did rids upon a dislls point,



IV.— PART L 396

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings :
If die, brave death, when princes die with nsl
Now for our conscience,— the arms are fair,
When the intent for bearing them b just.

Enter ane^her Messenger.

Mb88. My lord, prepare; the lung comes on

apace.
Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale
For I profess not talking; only this,—
Let each man do his best : and here 1 draw a sword,
Whose worthy temper I intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now, — Esperanc^I — Percy I— and set on,—
Sound all the lofty instruments of vrar,
And by that music let us all embrace:
For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
A second time do such a courtesy.

[The tntn^eU Bound. Theyemhractt
andexeunt*

SCENE IIL— PZam war Shrewsbury.

Excursions and partiea fighting. Alarum to the batUe.
Then enter Douglas and Blunt, meeting.
Bkmt. What b thy name, that in battle thnf
thou Grossest me ?
What honour dost thou seek upon my head ?
Doug. Know, then, ray name b Douglas ;
And 1 do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Because some tell me that thou art a king.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Doug. The Lord of Stafford dear to^j bath
bought
Th^ likeness ; for, instead of thee. King Harry,
Tills sword hath ended him: so shall it thee.
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
DlitnL 1 was not bom to yield, thou haughty
Scot;
And thou shalt find a king that will reveng
Lord Stafford's death.

[ l^hey fightf and Blunt u dain.

Enter Hotbpub.
Hot, O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon
thus,
I never had triumphed over a Scot^
Doug. Airs done, all's won; here breathless lies

the king.
Hot. Where?
Doug. Here.

Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know thb fiuse M\
well:
A gallant knight he was, hb name was Blunt;
Semblably fumbh'd like the king himself.

Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes I
A borrowed title hast thou bought too dear.
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
Hot The king hath many marching in hb coats.
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all hb
coats;
1*11 murtlier all hb wardrobe, piece by pieoe,
Until I meet the king.

Hot. Up and away ;

Our soldiers stand full fiurly for the day.

[JTflKtMt

Other alarwng. Enter Fautafp.

/bL Though I could Escape shot-free at London,
I fear the shot here : here's n6 scoring, but upon
the pate.— Soft! whoars vou? Sir Walter Blunt;—

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396 KINja HENRT

(berets honour for you : Here's no vanity I I am as
hot as molten lead, and as heavy too : Heaven keep
lead oat of me I I need no more weight than mine
own bowels.— 1 have led ray ragamuffiiw where they
are pepper*d : there's but three of my hundred and
fifty left alive ; and they are for the town's end, to
]}Qg during life. But who comes here ?

MOar Prince Henrt.

P. Hen. What, stand'stthou idle here? lend me
thy sword :
Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
Whose dcilis are uurevenged : Prithee, lend me
thy sword.

FaL O Hal, I prithee give me leave to breathe
awhile.— Turk Gregory never did such deeds in
arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy,
1 have made him sure.

P. Hen. He is, indeed: and living to kill thee.
I prithee, lend me thy sword.

FaL Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive thou gett'stnot
my sword ; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

P. Hen. Give it me : What, is it in the case?

FaL Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, tw hot; there's that
will sack a dty.

[The PRnrcB draws out a hottU of tack.

P. Hen. What, is it a time to jest and dally now ?
[ Thrxnos it at him^ and exit.

Fal. If Percy be alive III pierce him, if he do
cx>me in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
willinglv, let bun make a carbonado of me. I like
not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath:
Give me life, which if I can save, so; if not,
honour oomes unlooked for, and there's an end.

[Exit.

8CENB ly.— Another ^arto/OeFUUL

Alarumej excwnions. Enter the Knro, Prince
HENR7, Prince John, and Westmoreland.

K. Hen. I prithee,
Harry, withdraw thy?el f ; thou bleed'st too m uch ;—
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

P. John. Not, I, my lord, unless i did bleed too.

P. Hen. I beseech your majesty, make up,
Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

K. Hen. I will do so: —
My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.

West. Come, my lord, 111 lead you to your tent.

P. Hen. Lead me, my lord? lao not need your
help:
And Heaven forbid a shallow scratch should drive
The Prince of Wales from such a field as this ;
Where stain 'd nobility lies trodden on,
And rebels' arms triumph in massacres!

P. John. We breathe too long:— Come, cousin
Westmoreland,
Our duty this way lies; for God's sake. come.

[Extunt Pnnce John and Westmoreland.

P. Hen. By Heaven, thou iiast deceived me, Lan-
caster,
I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :
Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John;
But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

K. Hen. I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point.
With lustier maintenance than I did look for
t>f such an nngrown warrior.

P. Hen, O, this boy lends metal to us all.

\Soai.



IV.-



-PART I.

Alarums.



Enter Douolas-



Doug. Another kingl they grow like Hydras
heads:
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
That wear those colours on them. — What art tbeo
That counterfeit'st the person of a king ?

K. Hen. The king himself; who, DougUw
grieves at heart,
So many of his shadows thou hast met,
And not the very king. I have two boys
Seek Percy and thyself, about the field:
But, seemg thou {alVat on me so luckily
1 will assay thee ; so defend thyself.

Doug. 1 fear thou art anotlier counterfeit;
And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king*
But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be
And thus I win thee.

[IHeyJight; the Kino being tn danger^ enter
Prince Henry.

P. Hm. Hold up thy head, vile Soot, or thou
art like
Never to hold it up again ! the spirits
Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee ;
Who never promiseth but he means to pay.

[ They fight ; Dofolas Jlies.
Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?—
Sir Nichohis Gawsey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton ; I'll to Clifton straight.

K. Hen, Stay, and breathe awliile ;
Thou hast redeem 'd thy lost opinion ;
And show'd thou mak'st some tender of my life.
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Hen. O Heaven I they did me too much
injury.
That ever said I hearken'd for your death
If it were so, I might have let alone
The insulting hand of Douglas over you ;
Which would have been as speedy in your end.
As all the poisonous potions in the world.
And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son.

K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, 111 to Sir Nicholas
Gawsey. [Exit Knro Henry.

Enter Hotspur.

Hot. If I mistakenot, thou art Harry Monmouth,

P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my
name.

Hot. My name is Harry Percy.

P. Hen. Why, tlien I see

A very valiant rebel of that name.
I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
To share with me in glory any more :
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
Nor can one England brook a double reign.
Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.

Hot. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is oomo
To end the one of us ; And would to Heaven,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine !

P. Hen. I'll make it greater ere I part from tftee .
And all the budding honours on thy crest
111 crop, to make a garland for my head.

Hot, I oan no longer brook thy vanities.

[Tlu^fyht

Enter Palbtaff.

FaL WeD said, Hall to it, Hal!— Nay. yeo
■hall find no boy'a play here, I ean toU you. .

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XTNG HENRY
JSnier DooroLAS: ^ fighU wUh Falstafp, who
fiJJs doum at tfhe were dead, and exit Douglas.
HorapuR w totmnded, and/alU.

Sot Oy Hany, thoa hast robb'd me of my

youth :
1 better brook the loss of brittle life
Than those proud titles thoa hast won of me;
They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword

my flesh : —
Bnt thought's the slave of life, and life time's

tool;
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop. 0, I could prophesy,
But that the earthy and coid hand of death
Lies on my tongue :— No, Percy, ihou art dust,

And food for [Diee.

P, Hen, For worms, brave Percy : Pare thee

well, ^eat heart I
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thon shrunk I
When that this body did contain a spirit,
A kingdom for it was too small a bound ;
But now, two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enoiigh: — This earth, that bears thee

dead,
Bean not alive so stout a gentleman.
If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
I should not make so great a show of zeal ^—
But let my fovours hiau thy mangled face ;
And, even in thy behalf, ill thank myself
For doing these &ir rites of tenderness.
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven t
Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,
Bnt not remembered in thy epitaph I —

[Be tees Falstaff on ihe ground.

What I old acquaintance I could not all this flesh
Keep hi a little life? Poor Jack, farewell I
I could have better spar'd a better man
O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
If I were much in love with vanity.
Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-dsy.
Though many dearer, in this bloody fray :—
Embo weird will I see thee by and by:
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [EasU,
FaL [Biting dotolif.'] Embowelledl if thou
em1x>we] me to-day, III give yon leave to powder
me and eat me to-morrow. 'SSblood, ^was time
10 counterfeit, or that hot termagant 8cot had paid
me Scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, lam
no counterfeit : To die is to be a counterfeit ; for
he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not
the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when
a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterteit, but
the true and perfect image of life indeed. The
better part of valour is discretion ; in the which
better part I have saved my life. 'Ziounds, I am
afraid of thb gunpowder Percy, though he bo
dead: How, if he should counterfeit too, and
rise? I am afraid he would prove the better
oounterfeit Therefore 111 make him sure: yea,
•nd 111 swear I killed him. Why mav not he
rise, as well as I ? Nothing confutes :ne but eves,
and nobody sees me. Therefore sirrah [ttiMing
kim], with a new wound in your thigh, come you
along with me.

[Taket Hotspub on hit back,

B&mter Prinee Hbkrt and Prince Johv.

P. Hen, Come, brother John, full bravelj ha*t
thou flesh *d
Thy maiden sword.



IT.— PART I. 807

P. Jolm, Bit, soft I who have we here 7

Did you noc tell me this fat man was dead ?

P. Hen. I did ; I saw him dead,
Breathless and bleeding on the ground.
Art thou alive?

Or is it phantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
Iprithee, speak ; we will not trust our eyes
Without our ears :
Thou art not what thou seem*st.

FaL No, that's certain ; I am not a double man i
but if I be not Jack Falstaff then am I a Jaok.
There is Percy [throwing the body down] : if your
father will do me anv honour, so ; if not, let him
kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either
earl or duke, I can assure vou.

P. Hen, Why, Percy I kiird myself, ana saw
thee dead.

FaL Didst thou ?— Lord, Lord, how the world
is given to Iving I— I grant you I was down, and
out of breath ; and so was he : but we rose both
at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewii*
bury clock. If I may be believed, so ; if not,
let them that should reward valour bear the sin
upon their own heads. Ill take it upon my death,
I gave him this wound in the thigh : if the man
were alive, and would deny it, I would make him
eat a piece of my sword.

P. John. This is the strangest tale that e^ I
heard.

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brothei
John.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
For my part, if a lie m y do thee grace,
111 gild It with the happiest terms I have.

[A retreat it towtded

The trumpets sound retreat, the day is ours.
Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field.
To see what friends are living, who are dead.

\ Exeunt Prince Henrt and Prince Johk.
FaL 111 follow, as they say, for reward. He
that rewards me, Heaven reward him I If I dc
grow great^ 111 grow less; for 111 purge, and leav
sack and kve cleanly, as a nobleman should do.

[Entj bearing off the body

SCENE Y^Anotherpart qfihtfidd

The trwnpett tound. Enter King Henrt, Prmco
Henrt, Prince Johh, Westmoreland, and
others, with Worobster and VuasoVtpritonert.

K. Hen. Thus ever did rebeUion find rebuke.
Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace.
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ?
And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust ?
Three knights upon our party slain to-day
A noble earl, and many a creature else,
Had been alive tliis hour.
If, like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne
Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

Wor, What I have done my safety urg'd
me to;
And I embrace this fortune patiently.



Online LibraryWilliam Michael Rossetti William ShakespeareThe complete works of Shakespeare: With a critical biography → online text (page 99 of 224)