2635King. How bloodily the Sunne begins to peere

2636Aboue yon busky hill: the day lookes pale

2637At his distemperature.

2638Prin. The Southerne winde

2639Doth play the Trumpet to his purposes,

2640And by his hollow whistling in the Leaues,

2641Fortels a Tempest, and a blust'ring day.

2642King. Then with the losers let it sympathize,

2643For nothing can seeme foule to those that win.

2646King. How now my Lord of Worster? 'Tis not well

2647That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes,

2648As now we meet. You haue deceiu'd our trust,

2649And made vs doffe our easie Robes of Peace,

2650To crush our old limbes in vngentle Steele:

2651This is not well, my Lord, this is not well.

2652What say you to it? Will you againe vnknit

2653This churlish knot of all-abhorred Warre?

2654And moue in that obedient Orbe againe,

2655Where you did giue a faire and naturall light,

2656And be no more an exhall'd Meteor,

2657A prodigie of Feare, and a Portent

2658Of broached Mischeefe, to the vnborne Times?

2659Wor. Heare me, my Liege:

2660For mine owne part, I could be well content

2661To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life

2662With quiet houres: For I do protest,

2663I haue not sought the day of this dislike.

2664King. You haue not sought it: how comes it then?

2665Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

2666Prin. Peace, Chewet, peace.

2667Wor. It pleas'd your Maiesty, to turne your lookes

2668Of Fauour, from my Selfe, and all our House;

2669And yet I must remember you my Lord,

2670We were the first, and dearest of your Friends:

2671For you, my staffe of Office did I breake

2672In Richards time, and poasted day and night

2673To meete you on the way, and kisse your hand,

2674When yet you were in place, and in account

2675Nothing so strong and fortunate, as I;

2676It was my Selfe, my Brother, and his Sonne,

2677That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare

2678The danger of the time. You swore to vs,

2679And you did sweare that Oath at Doncaster,

2680That you did nothing of purpose 'gainst the State,

2681Nor claime no further, then your new-falne right,

2682The seate of Gaunt, Dukedome of Lancaster,

2683To this, we sware our aide: But in short space,

2684It rain'd downe Fortune showring on your head,

2685And such a floud of Greatnesse fell on you,

2686What with our helpe, what with the absent King.

2687What with the iniuries of wanton time,

2688The seeming sufferances that you had borne,

2689And the contrarious Windes that held the King

2690So long in the vnlucky Irish Warres,

2691That all in England did repute him dead:

2692And from this swarme of faire aduantages,

2693You tooke occasion to be quickly woo'd,

2694To gripe the generall sway into your hand,

2695Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncaster,

2696And being fed by vs, you vs'd vs so,

2697As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird,

2698Vseth the Sparrow, did oppresse our Nest,

2699Grew by our Feeding, to so great a bulke,

2700That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight

2701For feare of swallowing: But with nimble wing

2702We were inforc'd for safety sake, to flye

2703Out of your sight, and raise this present Head,

2704Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes

2705As you your selfe, haue forg'd against your selfe,

2706By vnkinde vsage, dangerous countenance,

2707And violation of all faith and troth

2708Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize.

2709Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated,

2710Proclaim'd at Market Crosses, read in Churches,

2711To face the Garment of Rebellion

2712With some fine colour, that may please the eye

2713Of fickle Changelings, and poore Discontents,

2714Which gape, and rub the Elbow at the newes

2715Of hurly burly Innouation:

2716And neuer yet did Insurrection want

2717Such water-colours, to impaint his cause:

2718Nor moody Beggars, staruing for a time

2719Of pell-mell hauocke, and confusion.

2720Prin. In both our Armies, there is many a soule

2721Shall pay full dearely for this encounter,

2722If once they ioyne in triall. Tell your Nephew,

2723The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world

2724In praise of Henry Percie: By my Hopes,

2725This present enterprize set off his head,

2726I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman,

2727More actiue, valiant, or more valiant yong,

2728More daring, or more bold, is now aliue,

2729To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds.

2730For my part, I may speake it to my shame,

2731I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry,

2732And so I heare, he doth account me too:

2733Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty,

2734I am content that he shall take the oddes

2735Of his great name and estimation,

2736And will, to saue the blood on either side,

2737Try fortune with him, in a Single Fight.

2738King. And Prince of Wales, so dare we venter thee,

2739Albeit, considerations infinite

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.