2.3.0.1957Enter Northumberland, his wife, and the wife to Harry Percy. I pray thee, loving wife and gentle daughter,
2.3.2960Give even way unto my rough affairs,
2.3.3961Put not you on the visage of the times
2.3.4962And be like them to Percy troublesome.
I have given over, I will speak no more.
2.3.6964Do what you will, your wisdom be your guide.
Alas sweet wife, my honor is at pawn,
2.3.8966And but my going, nothing can redeem it.
O yet, for god's sake, go not to these wars,
2.3.10968The time was, father, that you broke your word
2.3.11969When you were more endeared to it than now,
2.3.12970When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry,
2.3.13971Threw many a northward look, to see his father
2.3.14972Bring up his powers, but he did long in vain.
2.3.15973Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
2.3.16974There were two honors lost: yours, and your son's.
2.3.17975For yours, the god of heaven brighten it;
2.3.18976For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
2.3.19977In the grey vault of heaven, and by his light
2.3.20978Did all the chivalry of England move
2.3.21979To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
2.3.22980Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
2.3.23981He had no legs that practiced not his gait,
2.3.24982And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
2.3.26984For those that could speak low and tardily
2.3.27985Would turn their own perfection to abuse
2.3.28986To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
2.3.31989He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
2.3.32990That fashioned others. And him -- O wondrous! -- him --
2.3.33991O miracle of men! Him, did you leave,
2.3.37995Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name
2.3.38996Did seem defensible; so you left him.
2.3.39997Never, O never do his ghost the wrong
2.3.40998To hold your honor more precise and nice
2.3.41999With others than with him. Let them alone.
2.3.421000The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong.
2.3.431001Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,
2.3.441002Today might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck,
Have talked of Monmouth's grave. Beshrew your heart,
2.3.461005Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me
2.3.481007But I must go and meet with danger there,
And find me worse provided. O fly to Scotland,
2.3.511011Till that the nobles and the armèd commons
2.3.521012Have of their puissance made a little taste.
If they get ground and vantage of the king,
2.3.541014Then join you with them like a rib of steel,
2.3.551015To make strength stronger; but for all our loves,
2.3.561016First let them try themselves. So did your son;
2.3.581018And never shall have length of life enough
2.3.591019To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
2.3.601020That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven
Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind
2.3.631023As with the tide swelled up unto his height,
2.3.641024That makes a still-stand, running neither way.