| KING HENRY IV | |
Then with the losers let it sympathize, | |
| | For nothing can seem foul to those that win. | |
| | [The trumpet sounds] |
| | [Enter WORCESTER and VERNON] |
| | How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well | 10 |
| | That you and I should meet upon such terms | |
| | As now we meet. You have deceived our trust, | |
| | And made us doff our easy robes of peace, | |
| | To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel: | |
| | This is not well, my lord, this is not well. | 15 |
| | What say you to it? will you again unknit | |
| | This curlish 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 exhaled meteor, | 20 |
| | A prodigy of fear and a portent | |
| | Of broached mischief to the unborn times? | |
| EARL OF WORCESTER | |
It pleased 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. | |
| | For you my staff of office did I break | 35 |
| | In Richard's time; and posted day and night | |
| | 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. | |
| | It was myself, my brother and his son, | 40 |
| | That brought you home and boldly did outdare | |
| | The dangers of the time. You swore to us, | |
| | And you did swear that oath at Doncaster, | |
| | That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state; | |
| | Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right, | 45 |
| | The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: | |
| | To this we swore our aid. But in short space | |
| | 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, | 50 |
| | What with the injuries of a wanton time, | |
| | The seeming sufferances that you had borne, | |
| | And the contrarious winds that held the king | |
| | So long in his unlucky Irish wars | |
| | That all in England did repute him dead: | 55 |
| | And from this swarm of fair advantages | |
| | You took occasion to be quickly woo'd | |
| | To gripe the general sway into your hand; | |
| | Forget your oath to us at Doncaster; | |
| | And being fed by us you used us so | 60 |
| | As that ungentle hull, 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 fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing | 65 |
| | We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly | |
| | Out of sight and raise this present head; | |
| | Whereby we stand opposed by such means | |
| | As you yourself have forged against yourself | |
| | By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, | 70 |
| | And violation of all faith and troth | |
| | Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. | |
| KING HENRY IV | |
These things indeed you have articulate, | |
| | Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches, | |
| | To face the garment of rebellion | 75 |
| | 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 hurlyburly innovation: | |
| | And never yet did insurrection want | 80 |
| | Such water-colours to impaint his cause; | |
| | Nor moody beggars, starving for a time | |
| | Of pellmell havoc and confusion. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | |
In both your armies there is many a soul | |
| | Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, | 85 |
| | 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 enterprise set off his head, | |
| | I do not think a braver gentleman, | 90 |
| | 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; | 95 |
| | 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, | 100 |
| | Try fortune with him in a single fight. | |
| KING HENRY IV | |
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 | 105 |
| | That are misled upon your cousin's part; | |
| | And, will they take the offer of our grace, | |
| | Both he and they and you, every man | |
| | Shall be my friend again and I'll be his: | |
| | So tell your cousin, and bring me word | 110 |
| | 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. | 115 |
| | [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON] |
| FALSTAFF | |
'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 | 130 |
| | 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 in that word honour? what | 135 |
| | is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? | |
| | he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. | |
| | Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea, | |
| | to the dead. But will it not live with the living? | |
| | no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore | 140 |
| | I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so | |
| | ends my catechism. | |
| | [Exit] |
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