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,

2864Can lift your blood vp with perswasion.

2866Mes. My Lord, heere are Letters for you.

2867Hot. I cannot reade them now.

2868O Gentlemen, the time of life is short;

2869To spend that shortnesse basely, were too long.

2870If life did ride vpon a Dials point,

2871Still ending at the arriuall of an houre,

2872And if we liue, we liue to treade on Kings:

2873If dye; braue death, when Princes dye with vs.

2874Now for our Consciences, the Armes is faire,

2875When the intent for bearing them is iust.

2877Mes. My Lord prepare, the King comes on apace.

2878Hot. I thanke him, that he cuts me from my tale:

2879For I professe not talking: Onely this,

2880Let each man do his best. And heere I draw a Sword,

2881Whose worthy temper I intend to staine

2882With the best blood that I can meete withall,

2883In the aduenture of this perillous day.

2884Now Esperance Percy, and set on:

2885Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre,

2886And by that Musicke, Iet vs all imbrace:

2887For heauen to earth, some of vs neuer shall,

2888A second time do such a curtesie.

2892Blu. What is thy name, that in battel thus y^u crossest me?

2893What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head?

2894Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas,

2895And I do haunt thee in the battell thus,

2896Because some tell me, that thou art a King.

2897Blunt. They tell thee true.

2898Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought

2899Thy likenesse: for insted of thee King Harry,

2900This Sword hath ended him, so shall it thee,

2901Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner.

2902Blu. I was not borne to yeeld, thou haughty Scot,

2903And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge

2904Lords Staffords death.

2906Hot. O Dowglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus

2907I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot.

2908Dow. All's done, all's won, here breathles lies the king

2909Hot. Where?

2910Dow. Heere.

2911Hot. This Dowglas? No, I know this face full well:

2912A gallant Knight he was, his name was Blunt,

2913Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe.

2914Dow. Ah foole: go with thy soule whether it goes,

2915A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere.

2916Why didst thou tell me, that thou wer't a King?

2917Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats.

2918Dow. Now by my Sword, I will kill all his Coates,

2919Ile murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece,

2920Vntill I meet the King.

2921Hot. Vp, and away,

2922Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day.

2924Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London, I fear

2925the shot heere: here's no scoring, but vpon the pate. Soft

2926who are you? Sir Walter Blunt, there's Honour for you:

2927here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten Lead, and as hea-

2928uy too; heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I neede no more

2929weight then mine owne Bowelles. I haue led my rag of

2930Muffins where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my

2931150. left aliue, and they for the Townes end, to beg du-

2932ring life. But who comes heere?

2934Pri. What, stand'st thou idle here? Lend me thy sword,

2935Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe

2936Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies,

2937Whose deaths are vnreueng'd. Prethy lend me thy sword

2938Fal. O Hal, I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile:

2939Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes, as I haue

2940done this day. I haue paid Percy, I haue made him sure.

2941Prin. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee:

2942I prethee lend me thy sword.

2943Falst. Nay Hal, is Percy bee aliue, thou getst not my

2944Sword; but take my Pistoll if thou wilt.

2945Prin. Giue it me: What, is it in the Case?

2946Fal. I Hal, 'tis hot: There's that will Sacke a City.

2948Prin. What, is it a time to iest and dally now. Exit.

2950Fal. If Percy be aliue, Ile pierce him: if he do come in

2951my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his (willingly) let

2952him make a Carbonado of me. I like not such grinning

2953honour as Sir Walter hath: Giue mee life, which if I can

2954saue, so: if not, honour comes vnlook'd for, and ther's an

2955end. Exit