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In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
Broke oath on oath, cominitted wrong on wrong:
And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out
This head of safety; and, withal, to pry
Into his title, the which we find
Too indirect for long continuance.

Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king?
Hot. Not so, sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile.
Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
Some surety for a safe return again,
And in the morning early shall mine uncle
Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.
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,
With winged haste, to the lord mareschal;
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.
Gent. My good lord,

I guess their tenor.

Arch.

Like enough, you do.
To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day,
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
Must 'bide the touch: For, sir, at Shrewsbury,
As I am truly given to understand,

The king, with mighty and quick-raised power,
Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael,-
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
(Whose power was in the first proportion,)
And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence,
(Who with them was a rated sinew too,
And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,)-
I fear, the power of Percy is too weak
To wage an instant trial with the king.

And lord Mortimer.

Arch. No, Mortimer's not there.

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Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempest, and a blustering day.

K. Hen Then with the losers let it sympathize;
For nothing can seem foul to those that win.-

Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
How now, my lord of Worcester? 'tis not well,
That you and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet you have deceiv'd our trust;
And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel :
That is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What say you to 't? will you again unknit
This churlish knot of all-abhorred war?
And move in that obedient orb again,
And be no more an exhal'd meteor,
Where you did give a fair and natural light;

A prodigy of fear, and a portent

Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
Wor. Hear me, my liege:

For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag end of my life
With quiet hours: for, I do protest,

I have not sought the day of this dislike.
K Hen. You have not sought it! how comes it then!
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace.

Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks
Of favour, from myself, and all our house;
And yet I must remember you, my lord,
We were the first and dearest of your friends.
in Richard's time, and posted day and night
For you, my staff of office did I break
To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
When yet you were in place and in account
Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
That brought you home, and boldly did outdare
It was myself, my brother, and his son,
The dangers of the time: You swore to us,-
That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,
Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
To this we swore our aid. But, in short space,
The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:
It rain'd down fortune showering on your head;
And such a flood of greatness fell on you.-
What with our help; what with the absent king;
What with the injuries of a wanton time;
The seeming sufferances that you had borne ;
op-And the contrarious winds, that held the king
So long in his unlucky Irish wars,

Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; there's
[Douglas.
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;
And many more cor-rivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command in arms.

[pos'd.

Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well
Arch. I hope 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 farewell, sir Michael.
[Exeunt, severally.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-The King's Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and Sir JOHN FALSTAFF.

K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer

That all in England did repute him dead,—
And, from this swarm of fair advantages,
You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
To gripe the general sway into your hand:
Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster;
And, being fed by us; you us'd us so
Useth the sparrow: did oppress our nest;
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
That even our love durst not come near your sight,
For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
We were enforc'd, for safety sake, to fly
Whereby we stand opposed by such means
Out of your sight, and raise this present head.
As you yourself have torg'd against yourself;
By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
And violation of all faith and troth

Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my cat

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SCENE II.-The Rebel Camp.

Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.

K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated, chism.
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,
Which gape and ruo the elbow, at the news
Of hurlyburly innovation:

And never yet did insurrection want
Such water-colours, to impaint his cause;
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time,
Of pellmell havoc and confusion.

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,
The prince of Wales doth join with all the world
In praise of Henry Percy: By my hopes,-
This present enterprize set off his head,-
I do not think a braver gentleman,
More 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,
I have a truant been to chivalry;
And so,
I hear, he doth account me too:
Yet this before my father's majesty,-
I am content, that 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 single fight.

K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture
Albeit, considerations infinite

Do make against it :-No, good Worcester, no.
We love our people well; even those we love,
That are misled upon your cousin'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 cousin, and bring me word
What he will do:-But if he will 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 fair, take it advisedly.

[thee,

[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.

Fal. I would it were bed-tine, 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; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour pricks 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' WedDesday. 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:

Enter WORCESTER and Vernon.

Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir Richar The liberal kind offer of the king.

Ver. 'Twere best, he did.
Wor.

Then are we all undon

It is not possible, it cannot be,
The king should keep his word in loving us ;
He will suspect us still, and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults:
Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes:
For treason is 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 looks;
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 hea、 of blood;
And an adopted name of privilege,-

A hare-brain'd Hotspur, 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, shall pay for all.
Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
In any case, the offer of the king.

Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so
Here comes your cousin.

Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and
Soldiers, behind.

Hot. Hy uncle is return'd:-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. [Ex.
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,—
By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

Re-enter DOUGLAS.

Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it;
Which cannot chocse but bring him quickly on.

Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the
And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. [king,

Hot. O, '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 shew'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt ?
Ver. No, by my soul; I never in my life,
Did hear a challenge urg'd 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;
Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue;
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle;
Making you ever better than his praise,
By still dispraising praise, valued with you:
And, which became him like a prince indeed,
He made a blushing cital of himself;

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

Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured
Upon his follies; never did I hear
Of any prince, so wild, at liberty :-
But, be he as he will, yet once ere night
I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
That he shall shrink under my courtesy.-
Arm, arm, with speed:--And, fellows, soldiers,
Better consider what you have to do, [friends,
Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
Hot. I cannot read them now.-
O gentlemen, the time of life is short;
To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
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 us!
Now for our conscience,-the arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just.

Enter another Messenger.

Mess. My lord, prepare; the king 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 draw I
A sword, whose temper 1 intend to stain
With the best blood that I can meet withal
In the adventure of this perilous day.
Now, Esperance !-Percy !-and set on.-
Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
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 trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.

SCENE III.-Plain near Shrewsbury.
Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the battle.
Then enter DOUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting.
Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek
Upon my head ?
Doug.
Know then, my name is Douglas;
And I 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-day hath bought
Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,
The sword hath ended him so shall it thee,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.

:

Blunt, I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Lord Stafford's death. [They fight, & BLUNT is slain.

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A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.
Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats.
Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats:
I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.

Hot.

Up, and away;
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt.
Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.

Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London,
I fear the shot here: here's no scoring, but upon the
pate.-Soft! who art thou? Sir Walter Blunt;-
there's honour for you: Here's no vanity!-I am as
hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead
out of me! I need no more weight than my own
bowels. I have led my raggamuffins where they are
peppered there's but three of my hundred and fifty
left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg
during life.
But who comes here?

Enter PRINCE HENRY.

P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend.me Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff [thy sword: Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, [sword. Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr'ythee, lend me thy

Fal. O Hal, I pr'ythee, give me leave to breathe awhile.-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have

made him sure.

P. Hen. He is, indeed: and living to kill thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee.

Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st not 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, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. [The PRINCE draws out a bottle of sack. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now? [Throws it at him, and exit.

he do come in my way, so if he do not, if I come
Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If
in his willingly, let him 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
comes unlooked for, and there's an end. [Exit

SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field.
Alarums. Excursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE
HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and WESTMORELAND.
K. Hen. I pr'ythee,

Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much
Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.

P. John. Not 1, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
P. Hen. I do 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, I will lead you to your tent.
P, Hen. Lead me, my lord? I do 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.

[Exeunt PRINCE JOHN and WEST MORELAND.

[caster,

down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded and falls.

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, Lan- | Enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls 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 Of such an ungrown warrior. P. Hen.

Iends mettle to us all.

O, this boy,

I better brook the loss of brittle life,
Hot. O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth:

Than those proud titles thou hast won of me; [flesh;
They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my
But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool;
[Exit. And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
Lies on my tongue :-No, Percy, thou art dust,
But that the earthy and cold hand of death
And food for
[Dies
P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee well.
Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
great heart!-
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

Alarums. Enter DOUGLAS.
Doug. Another King! they grow like Hydras'
I am the Douglas, fatal to all those [heads:
That wear those colours on them.-What art thou,
That counterfeit'st the person of a king?

K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves
So many of his shadows thou hast met, Lat heart,
And not the very king. I have two boys,
Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field:
But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
I will assay thee; so defend thyself.

Dong. I fear, thou art another 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.

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[They fight; the KING being in danger, enter
PRINCE HENRY.

P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art
Never to hold it up again! the spirits [like
Of 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; DOUGLAS flies.
Cheerly, my lord; How fares your grace?
Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent,
And so hath Clifton; I'll to Clifton straight.
K. Hen. Stay, and breathe awhile:
Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion;
And shew'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life,
In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

P. Hen. O heaven! 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, I'll to sir Nicholas
Gawsey.
[Exit KING HENRY

Enter HOTSPUR.

Hot. If I mistake not, 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, then I see

A very valiant rebel of the 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 come
To end the one of us; And 'would to God,
Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!

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

Is room enough:-This earth, that bears thee dead
Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

If thou wert sensible of courtesy,

1 should not make so dear a show of zeal :-
But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,
Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
But not remember'd in thy epitaph!—

[He sees FALSTAFF on the ground
What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
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-day,
Though many dearer in this bloody fray :—
Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie.

[Exu.

bowel me to-day, I'll give you leave to powder me, Fal. [Rising slowly.] Embowell'd! if thou emand eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am 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 liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perman: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby fect image of life indeed. The better part of valour is-discretion; in the which better part I have saved Percy, though he be dead: How, if he should counmy life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this gunpowder terfeit too, and rise! I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll make him sure : yea, and I ll swear I killed him. Why may not he rise, as well as I? Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, sirrah, [stabbing him.] with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me. [Takes HOTSPUR on his back. Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and PRINCE JOHN. P.Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast thou Thy maiden sword. [flesh'd P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? Did you not tell me this fat man was dead' P. Hen. I did; I saw him dead, breathless and Upon the ground. [bleeding

Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [They fight. Art thou alive? or is it phantasy

Enter FALSTAFF.

That plays upon our eye-sight? I pr'ythce, speak ;
We will not trust our eyes, without our ears :-

Fal. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal!-Nay, you shall Thou art not what thou seem'st. find no boy's play here. I can tell you.

Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man :

but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There | Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
is Percy: [throwing the body down.] if your father Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
will do me any honour, so; if not, let him kill the A noble earl, and many a creature else,
next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, Had been alive this hour,
I can assure you.

P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw thee dead.

Ful. Didst thou?--Lord, lord, how this world is given to lying!-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 Shrewsbury clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll 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'er I heard.
P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back :
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms 1 have.

[A retreat is sounded.
The trumpet sounds 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 HENRY and PRINCE JOHN. Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do.

[Exit, bearing off the body.

SCENE V.-Another part of the field.
The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE
HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, WESTMORELAND, and others,
with WORCESTER and VERNON, prisoners.

K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.—
Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace,
Pardon, and terms of love to all of you?
And would'st thou turn our offers contrary?

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,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death, and Vernon
Other offenders we will pause upon.- [too:
[Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded
How goes the field?

P.Hen. The noble Scot, lord Douglas, when he saw
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
The noble Percy slain, and all his men
Upon the foot of fear,-fled with the rest,
And, falling from a hill, he was so bruis'd,
That the pursuers took him. At my tent
The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace,
I may dispose of him.

K. Hen.
With all my heart
P. Hen Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
This honourable bounty shall belong :
Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
Up to his pleasure, ransomeless, and free:
His valour, shewn upon our crests to-day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds,
Even in the bosom of our adversaries. [power.

K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our
You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland,
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed
To meet Northumberland, and the prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
Myself,-and you, son Harry,-will towards Wales,
To fight with Glendower, and the earl of March.
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
Meeting the check of such another day:
And since this business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.

[Exeunt.

SECOND PART OF

KING HENRY

T■ first edition of this play was the quarto of 1600, in which year it was twice reprinted in the same form. As it is mentioned in Vares Wits I reasury, 1598, and contains an allusion to the murder of the sons of Amurath the third by their brother Mahomet, which took place Feb, 1596; the tragedy mast have been written in the intervening period. It was

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entered at Stationers' Hall, August 23, 1600. The transactions comprised in the history take up almost nime years. The action commences with the account of Hotspur's being defeated and killed, 1403; and closes with the death of Henry the Fourth, and the coronation of Henry the Fifth, 1412-13.

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