...reconciliation, not by arms: for speech does every b So Hotspur, of honour : By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon...thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities. Hen. IV. P. i. A. i. Sc. 3. thing which even the sword of the enemy could do. But if he ia desirous...

...some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon...locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might u rar, Without corrival,4 all her dignities : But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship !* War. He apprehends...

...into the hollow of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowning honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her...thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities !" Now for lean Jacks's opinion : — " Honour pricks me on. Yea, but if honour prick me off when I...

...some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy emingly obedient, likewise hath Made promise ujp drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival,...

...patience. Hotspur. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line...thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities. (I, iii, 195-207) His uncle Worcester rightly accuses Hotspur of forgetting sense in rhetoric: He apprehends...

...And Hal, the madcap, Best had look unto his father's crown. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line...could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the hair! (A whinny is heard from behind the drop.) My horse is come! O let the hours be short...

...3.1.158-59): To pluck bright honor from the pale-fac'd moon, By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line...could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks, So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities....

...patience. HOTSPUR By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap 200 To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line...Without corrival all her dignities. But out upon this half-faced fellowship! WORCESTER He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he...

...the bottom of the deep, Where fathom line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks, So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities . . . (1.3.206-212) It is between these two extreme conceptions of honor that Hal is finding his own...

...pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fadom-line no more Than a delightful measure or a dance; For gnarling sorrow hath less half-faced fellowship! He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend....