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,

2.3.25983Became the accents of the valiant,

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,

2.3.29987In diet, in affections of delight,

2.3.30988In military rules, humors of blood,

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,

2.3.34992Second to none, unseconded by you,

2.3.35993To look upon the hideous god of war

2.3.36994In disadvantage, to abide a field

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,

2.3.451003Have talked of Monmouth's grave.

Have talked of Monmouth's grave. Beshrew your heart,

2.3.461005Fair daughter, you do draw my spirits from me

2.3.471006With new lamenting ancient oversights,

2.3.481007But I must go and meet with danger there,

2.3.491008Or it will seek me in another place

2.3.501009And find me worse provided.

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;

2.3.571017He was so suffered, so came I a widow,

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

2.3.611021For recordation to my noble husband.

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.

2.3.651025Fain would I go to meet the Archbishop,

2.3.661026But many thousand reasons hold me back.

2.3.671027I will resolve for Scotland. There am I

2.3.681028Till time and vantage crave my company.