2740Do make against it: No good Worster, no,

2741We loue our people well; euen those we loue

2742That are misled vpon your Cousins part:

2743And will they take the offer of our Grace:

2744Both he, and they, and you; yea euery man

2745Shall be my Friend againe, and Ile be his.

2746So tell your Cousin, and bring me word,

2747What he will do. But if he will not yeeld,

2748Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs,

2749And they shall do their Office. So bee gone,

2750We will not now be troubled with reply,

2751We offer faire, take it aduisedly.

2753Prin. It will not be accepted, on my life,

2754The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together,

2755Are confident against the world in Armes.

2756King. Hence therefore, euery Leader to his charge,

2757For on their answer will we set on them;

2758And God befriend vs, as our cause is iust. Exeunt.

2760Fal. Hal, if thou see me downe in the battell,

2761And bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.

2762Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship

2763Say thy prayers, and farewell.

2764Fal. I would it were bed time Hal, and all well.

2765Prin. Why, thou ow'st heauen a death.

2766Falst. 'Tis not due yet: I would bee loath to pay him

2767before his day. What neede I bee so forward with him,

2768that call's not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, Honor prickes

2769me on. But how if Honour pricke me off when I come

2770on? How then? Can Honour set too a legge? No: or an

2771arme? No: Or take away the greefe of a wound? No.

2772Honour hath no skill in Surgerie, then? No. What is Ho-

2773nour? A word. What is that word Honour? Ayre: A

2774trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that dy'de a Wednes-

2775day. Doth he feele it? No. Doth hee heare it? No. Is it

2776insensible then? yea, to the dead. But wil it not liue with

2777the liuing? No. Why? Detraction wil not suffer it, ther-

2778fore Ile none of it. Honour is a meere Scutcheon, and so

2779ends my Catechisme. Exit.

2782Wor. O no, my Nephew must not know, Sir Richard,

2783The liberall kinde offer of the King.

2784Ver. 'Twere best he did.

2785Wor. Then we are all vndone.

2786It is not possible, it cannot be,

2787The King would keepe his word in louing vs,

2788He will suspect vs still, and finde a time

2789To punish this offence in others faults:

2790Supposition, all our liues, shall be stucke full of eyes;

2791For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe,

2792Who ne're so tame, so cherisht, and lock'd vp,

2793Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors:

2794Looke how he can, or sad or merrily,

2795Interpretation will misquote our lookes,

2796And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall,

2797The better cherisht, still the nearer death.

2798My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot,

2799It hath the excuse of youth, and heate of blood,

2800And an adopted name of Ptiuiledge,

2801A haire-brain'd Hotspurre, gouern'd by a Spleene:

2802All his offences liue vpon my head,

2803And on his Fathers. We did traine him on,

2804And his corruption being tane from vs,

2805We as the Spring of all, shall pay for all:

2806Therefore good Cousin, let not Harry know

2807In any case, the offer of the King.

2808Ver. Deliuer what you will, Ile say 'tis so.

2809Heere comes your Cosin.

2811Hot. My Vnkle is return'd,

2812Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland.

2813Vnkle, what newe-?

2814Wor. The King will bid you battell presently.

2815Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland.

2816Hot. Lord Dowglas: Go you and tell him so.

2817Dow. Marry and shall, and verie willingly.

2819Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King.

2820Hot. Did you begge any? God forbid.

2821Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances,

2822Of his Oath-breaking: which he mended thus,

2823By now forswearing that he is forsworne,

2824He cals vs Rebels, Traitors, and will scourge

2825With haughty armes, this hatefull name in vs.

2827Dow. Arme Gentlemen, to Armes, for I haue thrown

2828A braue defiance in King Henries teeth:

2829And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it,

2830Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

2831Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king,

2832And Nephew, challeng'd you to single fight.

2833Hot. O, would the quarrell lay vpon our heads,

2834And that no man might draw short breath to day,

2835But I and Harry Monmouth. Tell me, tell mee,

2836How shew'd his Talking? Seem'd it in contempt?

2837Ver. No, by my Soule: I neuer in my life

2838Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly,

2839Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare

2840To gentle exercise, and proofe of Armes.

2841He gaue you all the Duties of a Man,

2842Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue,

2843Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle,

2844Making you euer better then his praise,

2845By still dispraising praise, valew'd with you:

2846And which became him like a Prince indeed,

2847He made a blushing citall of himselfe,

2848And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace,

2849As if he mastred there a double spirit

2850Of teaching, and of learning instantly:

2851There did he pause. But let me tell the World,

2852If he out-liue the enuie of this day,

2853England did neuer owe so sweet a hope,

2854So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse.

2855Hot. Cousin, I thinke thou art enamored

2856On his Follies: neuer did I heare

2857Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty.

2858But be he as he will, yet once ere night,

2859I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme,

2860That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie.

2861Arme, arme with speed. And Fellow's, Soldiers, Friends,

2862Better consider what you haue to do,

2863That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue,