Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 5, Scene 2
The rebel camp.
- Enter Worcester, Sir Richard Vernon.
Earl of Worcester2 - 3
- O no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
- The liberal and kind offer of the King.
- ’Twere best he did.
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- Then are we all undone;
- It is not possible, it cannot be,
- The King should keep his word in loving us.
- He will suspect us still, and find a time
- To punish this offense in other faults.
- Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes,
- For treason is but trusted like the fox,
- Who never so tame, so cherish’d and lock’d up,
- Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
- Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
- Interpretation will misquote our looks,
- And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
- The better cherish’d, still the nearer death.
- My nephew’s trespass may be well forgot,
- It hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
- And an adopted name of privilege,
- A hare-brain’d Hotspur, govern’d by a spleen.
- All his offenses live upon my head
- And on his father’s. We did train him on,
- And his corruption being ta’en from us,
- We as the spring of all shall pay for all.
- Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
- In any case, the offer of the King.
Vernon28 - 29
- Deliver what you will, I’ll say ’tis so.
- Here comes your cousin.
- Enter Percy Hotspur and Douglas.
Hotspur31 - 33
- My uncle is return’d,
- Deliver up my Lord of Westmorland.
- Uncle, what news?
Earl of Worcester34
- The King will bid you battle presently.
Earl of Douglas35
- Defy him by the Lord of Westmorland.
- Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
Earl of Douglas37
- Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
- Exit Douglas.
Earl of Worcester39
- There is no seeming mercy in the King.
- Did you beg any? God forbid!
Earl of Worcester41 - 45
- I told him gently of our grievances,
- Of his oath-breaking, which he mended thus,
- By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
- He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge
- With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
- Enter Douglas.
Earl of Douglas47 - 50
- Arm, gentlemen, to arms! For I have thrown
- A brave defiance in King Henry’s teeth,
- And Westmorland, that was engag’d, did bear it,
- Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
Earl of Worcester51 - 52
- The Prince of Wales stepp’d forth before the King,
- And, nephew, challeng’d you to single fight.
Hotspur53 - 56
- O would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
- And that no man might draw short breath today
- But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
- How show’d his tasking? Seem’d it in contempt?
Vernon57 - 74
- No, by my soul, I never in my life
- Did hear a challenge urg’d more modestly,
- Unless a brother should a brother dare
- To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
- He gave you all the duties of a man,
- Trimm’d up your praises with a princely tongue,
- Spoke your deservings like a chronicle,
- Making you ever better than his praise
- By still dispraising praise valued with you,
- And which became him like a prince indeed,
- He made a blushing cital of himself,
- And chid his truant youth with such a grace
- As if he mast’red there a double spirit
- Of teaching and of learning instantly.
- There did he pause, but let me tell the world,
- If he outlive the envy of this day,
- England did never owe so sweet a hope,
- So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Hotspur75 - 84
- Cousin, I think thou art enamored
- On his follies. Never did I hear
- Of any prince so wild a liberty.
- But be he as he will, yet once ere night
- I will embrace him with a soldier’s arm
- That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
- Arm, arm with speed! And, fellows, soldiers, friends,
- Better consider what you have to do
- Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
- Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
- Enter Second Messenger.
- My lord, here are letters for you.
Hotspur87 - 95
- I cannot read them now.
- O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
- To spend that shortness basely were too long
- If life did ride upon a dial’s point,
- Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
- And if we live, we live to tread on kings,
- If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
- Now for our consciences, the arms are fair
- When the intent of bearing them is just.
- Enter Third Messenger.
- My lord, prepare, the King comes on apace.
Hotspur98 - 108
- I thank him that he cuts me from my tale,
- For I profess not talking; only this—
- Let each man do his best, and here draw I
- A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
- With the best blood that I can meet withal
- In the adventure of this perilous day.
- Now Esperance! Percy! And set on.
- Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
- And by that music let us all embrace,
- For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
- A second time do such a courtesy.
- Here they embrace and exeunt.