959North. I prethee louing Wife, and gentle Daughter,

960Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires:

961Put not you on the visage of the Times,

962And be like them to Percie, troublesome.

963Wife. I haue giuen ouer, I will speak no more,

964Do what you will: your Wisedome, be your guide.

965North. Alas (sweet Wife) my Honor is at pawne,

966And but my going, nothing can redeeme it.

967La. Oh yet, for heauens sake, go not to these Warrs;

968The Time was (Father) when you broke your word,

969When you were more endeer'd to it, then now,

970When your owne Percy, when my heart-deere Harry,

971Threw many a Northward looke, to see his Father

972Bring vp his Powres: but he did long in vaine.

973Who then perswaded you to stay at home?

974There were two Honors lost; Yours, and your Sonnes.

975For Yours, may heauenly glory brighten it:

976For His, it stucke vpon him, as the Sunne

977In the gray vault of Heauen: and by his Light

978Did all the Cheualrie of England moue

979To do braue Acts. He was (indeed) the Glasse

980Wherein the Noble-Youth did dresse themselues.

981He had no Legges, that practic'd not his Gate:

982And speaking thicke (which Nature made his blemish)

983Became the Accents of the Valiant.

984For those that could speake low, and tardily,

985Would turne their owne Perfection, to Abuse,

986To seeme like him. So that in Speech, in Gate,

987In Diet, in Affections of delight,

988In Militarie Rules, Humors of Blood,

989He was the Marke, and Glasse, Coppy, and Booke,

990That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous! him,

991O Miracle of Men! Him did you leaue

992(Second to none) vn-seconded by you,

993To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre,

994In dis-aduantage, to abide a field,

995Where nothing but the sound of Hotspurs Name

996Did seeme defensible: so you left him.

997Neuer, O neuer doe his Ghost the wrong,

998To hold your Honor more precise and nice

999With others, then with him. Let them alone:

1000The Marshall and the Arch-bishop are strong.

1001Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers,

1002To day might I (hanging on Hotspurs Necke)

1003Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue.

1004North. Beshrew your heart,

1005(Faire Daughter) you doe draw my Spirits from me,

1006With new lamenting ancient Ouer-sights.

1007But I must goe, and meet with Danger there,

1008Or it will seeke me in another place,

1009And finde me worse prouided.

1010Wife. O flye to Scotland,

1011Till that the Nobles, and the armed Commons,

1012Haue of their Puissance made a little taste.

1013Lady. If they get ground, and vantage of the King,

1014Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele,

1015To make Strength stronger. But, for all our loues,

1016First let them trye themselues. So did your Sonne,

1017He was so suffer'd; so came I a Widow:

1018And neuer shall haue length of Life enough,

1019To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes,

1020That it may grow, and sprowt, as high as Heauen,

1021For Recordation to my Noble Husband.

1022North. Come, come, go in with me: 'tis with my Minde

1023As with the Tyde, swell'd vp vnto his height,

1024That makes a still-stand, running neyther way.

1025Faine would I goe to meet the Arch-bishop,

1026But many thousand Reasons hold me backe.

1027I will resolue for Scotland: there am I,

1028Till Time and Vantage craue my company. Exeunt.