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Do make againft ir: No good Worfter,no,
We love our people well; euen those we lous
That remiflcd vpon your Coufins part:
And will they take the offer of our Grace
Both he, and they and you; yea,cuery mad
Shall be my Friend againe, and Ile belis,
So tell your Coufin, and bring me word,
What he will do. But if he will not yeeld,
Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs,
And they shall do their Office. So bee gone,
We will notnow betroubled with reply,
We offer faire, takeitaduisedly.

Exit Worcester.

Prim. It will not be accepted,on my life, The Dowglas and the Hotfpurre both together, Are confident against the world in Armes,

King. Hence therefore, euery Leader to his charge, For on their anfwet will we fet on them; And God befriend v, as our caufe is iuft. Manet Prince and Falstaffe.

Fal. Hal,ifthou fee me downe in the battell,
And beftride me, fo'; 'tis a point of friendship.
Prin.Nothing but a Coloffus can do thee that frendship
Say thy prayers,and farewell.

Fal. I would it were bed time Hal,and all well,
Prin. Why, thou ow't heauen a death.

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Falft, 'Tis not due yer: I would bee loath to pay him before his day. What neede beeTo forward with him, that call's not on me? Well, us no matter,Honor prickes me on. But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on? How then? Can Honour fertoo a legge? No: oran arme? No: Ortake away the greefs of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie,then? No. What is Honour? A word. What is that word Henour? Ayre:"A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that dy de a Wednefday. Doth he feele it? No. Doth hee heare it? No. Is it infenfible thent yea, co the dead. But wil it not live with the liuing? No. Why? Detraction wil not fuffer it,therfore Ile none of it." Honour is a meere Scutcheon, and fo ends my Catechifine.

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Enter Worcester; and Sır Richard Vernon.

Exit

War. Ono,my Nephew muit not know,Sir Richard,

350 The liberali kinde offer of the King.

Ver. Twere beft he did.

Wor. Then weare all vndone.

It isnor poffible, it cannot be,

The King would keepe his word in louing vs,
He will fufpect vs ftill and finde a time
To punifh this offence in others faults:

400 Suppofition, all our liues, fhall be ftucke full ofeyes; For Treafon is burtrufted like the Foxe,

Who ne're fotame, fa cherisht,and lock'd vp,
Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors:
Looke how he can, or fad ormerrily,
Interpretation will mifquote our lookes
And we hall feede like Oxen at a ftall,
450 The better cherishe, fill the nearer death,
My Nephewes crefpafle may be well forgot,
Ichath the excufe of youth, and heate of blood,

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Wor. There is no feeming mercy in the King. Hot. Did you begge any? God forbid. Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances, Of his Oath-breaking: which he mended thus, By now forfwearing that he is forfworne, He cals vs Rebels, Traitors, and will scourge With haughty armes, this hatefull name in vs. Enter Denglas.

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Dow. Arme Gentlemen, to Armes, for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth: And Wefmerland that was ingag'd did beare ir, Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Wor. The Prince of Wales fept forth before the king, 200 And Nephew, challengd you to fingle fight.

Hot. O, would the quarrell Tay vpon our heads,
And that no man might draw fhort breath to day,
But I and Harry Monmouth. Tell me, tell mee,
How fhew'd his Talking? Seem'd it in contempt?

Ver. No, by my Soule: I neuer in my life
Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modeilly,
Voleffe a Brother Thoulda Brother dare
To gentle exercife, and proofe of Armes.

And which became him like a Prince indeed,
He made a blufhing citall of himfelfe,

And chid his Trewant youth with fuch a Grace,
As the maftred there a double fpiris
Of teaching, and of learning inftantly
There did he paufe. But let me tell the World,
If he out-liue the enuie of this day
England did neuer owe fo fweet a hope
So much mifconftrued in his Wantonneffe.
Hot. Coulin, I thinke thou art enamored
On his Follies: neuer did I heard

Of any Prince fo wilde at Liberty.

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Enter a Messenger.

Mef. My Lord,heere are Letters for you.
Hot. I cannot reade them now
OGentlemen, the time of life is short;
Tofpend that thortneffe bafely, were too long.
If life did ride vpon a Dials point,
Still ending at the arrivali of an houre,
And if we liue, we live to treade on Kings
Ifdye; braue death.when Princes aye with vs.
Now for our Confciences, the Arnies is faire
When the intent for bearing them is suft.

Enter another Messenger.

Mef My Lord prepare, the King comes on space.
Hor. I thanke him, that he cuts me from my tale:
For I profeffe not talking: Onely this,

Let each man do his best. And heere I draw a Sword,
Whole worthy temper I intend to ftaine

With the best blood that I can meete withall,

In the aduenture of this perillous day.

150 Now Efperance Perey, and fet on:

Sound all the lofty Inftruments of Warre,
And by that Muficke, let vs all imbrace:
For heauen to earth, fome of vs neuer fhall,
Afecond time do fuch a curtefie.

The embrace the Trumpets found, the King enteresh
with his power, alarum vnto the battell. Then enter
Dowglas, and Sir Walter Blunt,

Blu.What thy name,that in battel thus y crofleft me. 200 What honor doft thou feeke vpon my head? Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas, And I do haunt thee in the battell thus, Becaule fome tell me, that thou art a Kingə Biunt. They tell thee true.

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Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought
Thy likeneffe; for infted of thee King Harry,
This Sword hath ended him, fo fhall it thee,
Vnleffe thou yeeld thee as a Prifoner.

Bla. I was not borne to yeeld,thou haughty Scot,
And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge
Lords Staffords death.

Fight, Blunt u flaine, then enters Hotspur.
Hot. Dowglas, hadft thou fought at Holmedon thus
I neuer had triumphed o re a Scot.

300 Dow. All's done, all's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where?

Dow. Heere.

Hot. This Dowglas? No, I know this face full well: A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt, Semblably furnish'd like the King himfelfe. Dow. At Toole:go go with thy foule whether it goes, 350 A borrowed Title haft thou bought too deere. Why did thou tell me, that thou wer ̊ca King • Hot, The King hath many marching in his Coats. Day. Now by my Sword, I will kilt all his Coates, lle murder all his Wardrobe peece by pecce, Yntill I meet the King.

Hot Vp,and away,

400 Our Souldiers ftand full fairely for the day.

Alarum, and enter Falstaffe folus.

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Fal. Though I could fcape fhot-free at London, I fear the fhat heere bere's no ftoring, but vpon the pate Soft whoate you? Sir Walter Blunt, there's Honour for you: here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten Lead, and as hea 450 uy too heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I prede no more weight then mune owne Bowelles. 1 haus led my rag of

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King Iprethee Harry withdraw thy felfe, thou blee-
deft too much: Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
Ploh. NotI,my Lord,vnleffe I did bleed too,
Pria Ibefeech your Maiefty make vp,
Leaft you retirement do amaze your friends.
King, I will do fo

My Lord of Weftmerland leade him to his Tent.
West. Come my Lord, Ile leade you.to your Tent.
Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe
And heauen forbid a fhallow fcratch should driue
The Prince of Wales from fuch a field as this
Where ftain d Nobility lyes troden on,
And Rebek Armes triumph in maffacres.

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Ioh. We breath too long: Come cofin Weftmerland, Our duty this way lies,for heaueas fake come

Prin By heauen thou haft deceiu d me Lancaster,

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I did not thinke thee Lord of fuch a fpirit
Before, Ilou'd thee as a Brother, John;
But now, I do refpect thee as my Soule.
King 1 faw him hold Lord Percy at the point,
With luftier maintenance then I did looke for
Offuch an yngrowne Warriour."
Prin. O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all..
Enter Dowglas.
Dow. Another King? They grow like Hydra's header
I am the Dowglas, fatall to all thofe
That weare thofe colours on them. What art thou
That counterfeit ft the person of a King?
King The King himfelfe; who Dowglas grieues at hart

Exit.

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Somany of his Coadowes thou haft met,
And not the very King. I haue two Boyes
Seeke Percy and thy felfe about the Field:
But fecing thou fall'ft on me fo luckily,
I will affay thee: fo defend thy felfe.

Dow. I feare chou art another counterfeit:
50 And yet infaith thou bear'ft thee like a King:
But mine I am fure thou art,wboere thou be,
And thus I win thee. They fight, the K.being in danger,
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Prix. Hold up they head vile Scot,ot thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe: the Spirits Of valiant Sherly Saford, Blent, are in my Armes; It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee, Who neuer promiseth, but he meanes to pay. They right, Dowglas fyeth. Cheerely My Lord: how fare's your Grace? Sir Nicholas Gamfey hath for fuccour fent, And fo hath Clifton: Ile to Clifton firaight. King Stay,and breath awhile. Thou haft redeem'd thy loft opinion, 150 And fhew'd thou mak' fome tender of my life In this faire rescue thou haft brought comes. Prin. O heauen, they did me too much iniury, That euer faid I hearkned to your death. Ifit were fo, I might haue let aloue The infulting hand of Dewglas ouer you 200 Which would haue bene as fpeedy in your end, As all the poyfonous Potions in the world, And fau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne. K. Make vp to Clifton, Ile to Sir Nicholas Ganfey. Exit Enter Hotspur.

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Hor. IfI miftake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
Prin. Thou speak it as if I would deny my name.
Hot. My name is Harrie Percie.

Prin. Why then I fee a very valiant rebel of that name.
I am the Prince of Wales,and thinke not Percy,
To hare with me in glary any more:

Two Starres keepe not their motion in and Sphere,
Nor can one England brooke a double reigne,
300 Of Harry Percy, and the Prince of Wales.""

Hot. Nor fhall Harry, for the houre is come
To end the one of vs; and would to heauen,
Thy name in Armes, were now as great as mine.
Prix. Ile make it greater,ere I part from thee,
350 And all the budding Honors on thy Creft,
lle crop,to make a Garland for my head,
Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities.
Enter Falstaffe.

Fal. Well said Hal,to it Hal. Nay you shall finde 20 Boyes play heere, I can tell you

Enter Douglas he fights with Falstaffe who fals down as if he were dead. The Prince killeth Percie. Ho. Oh Harry, thou haft rob'd me of my youth 400 I better brooke the loffe of brittle life,

Then thofe proud Titles thou has wonne of me,
They wound my thoghts worse,then the word my Acfh:
But thought's the flaue of Life,and Life, Times foole;
And Time, that takes furuey of all the world,

450 Muft haue a ftop. O, I could Prophefic.
But that the Earth, and the cold hand of death,
Lyes on my Tongue: No Percy,thou art duft
And food for

A Kingdome for it was too fmall a bound:

But now two paces of the vileft Eartha

Is roome enough. This Earth that bears the dead,
Beares not aliue fo ftout a Gentleman.

If thou wer't fenfible of curtefie,
Ifhould not make fo great a fhew of Zeals.
But let my fauours hide thy mangled face,
And cuen in thy behalfe,lle thanke my felfe
For doing thefe fayre Rites of Tenderne!fe.
Adieu,and take thy praife with thee to heauen,
Thy ignomy fleepe with thee in the graue,
But not remembred in thy Epitaph.

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I could have better fpar'd a better man

O, I should haue a heauy miffe of thee,
If I were much in love with Vanity.

Death hath not fucke fo fat a Deere to day,
Though many dearer in this bloody Fray:
Imbowell'd will I fee thee by and by,
Till then, in blood,by Noble Fereie lyc.
Falstafferifeth up.

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Falt, Imbowell'd? If thou imbowell mee to day, Ile giue you leaue to powder me,and eat me too to morow, 'Twas time to counterfet, or that hotte Termagant Scor, had paid une feot and lot too. Counterfeit? I am no cop 200 cerfeit; to dye, is to be a counterfeit, for heels but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: But to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liueth,is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life in 250 deede. The better part of Valour, is Difcretion; in the which better part, I haue faued my life. I am afraide of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead. How if hee fhould counterfeit too, and life? I am afraid hee would proue the better counterfeit therefore lle make him fure: 300 yea, 3,and Ile fweare I kill'd him. Why may not hee rife as well as I:Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no-bodie 1h fees me.Therefore firra, with a new wound in your thigh come you along nie. Takes Hotfurre on his backs. Euter Prince and John of Lancaster.

Prin. Come Brother John, full brauely haft thou fleht 350 thy Maiden fword.

Tahs. But foft, who haue we heere?

Did you not tell me this Eatman was dead?
Prin. I did, I faw him dead,

Breathlete and bleeding on the ground: Art thou aliue?
Or is it fantafe that playes vpon our eye-fight 2
I prethee (peake, we will not truft our eyes
Without our eares. Thou art not what thou feem'ft.

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Fal. No, that's certaine ; I am not a double man: but ifl benot Lacke Falstaffe, then am I a lacke: There is Per yifyout Father will do me any Honor,fo: if uqt let him 450 kill the next Percie himfelfe. I looke to be either Earle or Duke, I can affure you.

Prin. Why,Percy I kill'd my felfe, and faw thee dead, Fal. Didfithou? Lord, Lord, how the world is giuen to Lying? I graunt you I was downe, and out of Breath, 500 and fo was he, but we rofe both at aninftant,and fought a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke. IfI may bee beleeued,fo:if not, let them that fhould reward Valour,beare the finne vpon their owne heads. Ne take't on my deuh I gaue him this wound in the Thigh: if the man verea-550 liue,and would deny it, I would make him eate a peece ofmy word.

John. Thisistheftrangeft Tale that e're I heard.
Prin. This is the frangeßt Fellow, Brother fohn.

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Enter the King, Prince of Wales, Lord Iohn of Lancaster,
Earle of Westmerland, with Worcester &
Vernon Prisoners.

King. Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke.
17,100 Ill-fpirited Worcefter, did we not fend Grace,
Pardon,and tearmes of Loue to all of you?
And would'ft thou turne our offers contrary
Mifufe che tenor of thy Kinfmans truft?
Three Knights vpon our party flaine to day,
A Noble Earle,and many creature else,
Had beene aliue this houre,

150 flike a Chriftian thou had ft truly borne
Betwixt out Armies, crue Intelligence.
Wor. What I have done, my fafery vrg d me to.
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King. Then this remaines: that we diuide our Power.
You Sonne lobe.and my Coufin Weftmerland
Towards Yorke fhall bend you, with your deereft fpced
To meet Northumberland, and the Prelate Scroope,
Who(as we heare) are bufily in Armes.

My Selfe, and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales,
To fight with Glendower, and the Earle of March.
Rebellion in this Land fhall lofe his way,
Meeting the Checke of fuch another day:
And fince this Braneffe fo faire is done,
Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne.
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