King.
How bloudily the Sun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill: the Day looks pale
At his Distemperature [The Trumpet sounds. Enter Worcester.

King.
How now, my Lord of Worster? 'Tis not well
That you and I should meet upon such terms,
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our Trust,
And made us doff our easie Robe of Peace,
To crush our old Limbs in ungentle Steel;
This is not well, my Lord, this is not well.
What say you to it? Will you again unknit
This churlish Knot of all-abhorred War?
And move in that Obedient Orb again,
Where you did give a fair and natural light,
And be no more an exhal'd Meteor,
A Prodigie of Fear, and a Portent
Of broached Mischief, to the unborn Time?

Mor.
Hear me, my Liege:
For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the Lag-end of my life
With quiet hours: For I do protest,
I have not sought the day of this dislike.

King.
You have not sought it: how come it then?

Falst.
Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.

Prin.
Peace, Chewet, peace.

Wor.
It pleas'd your Majesty, to turn your looks
Of Favour, from my Self, and all our House;
And yet I must remember you, my Lord,
We were the first, and dearest of your Friends:
For you, my Staff of Office did I break
In Richard's time, and posted day and night
To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
When yet you were in place, and in account
Nothing so strong and fortunate, as I;
It was my self, my Brother, and his Son,
That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare
The danger of the time. You swore to us,
And you did swear that Oath to Doncaster,
That you did nothing of purpose 'gainst the State,

Nor claim no further, then your new-faln right,
The Seat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster.
To this, we sware our aid: But in short space
It rain'd down Fortune showring on your head,
And such a floud of Greatness fell on you.
And being fed by us, you us'd us so,
As that ungentle gull the Cuckows Bird
Useth the Sparrow, did oppress our Nest,
Grew by our Feeding, to so great a Bulk,
That even our Love durst not come near your sight
For fear of swallowing: But with nimble wing
We were inforc'd for safety's sake to fly
Out of your sight, and raise this present Head,
Whereby we stand opposed by such means
As you your self have forg'd against your self,
By unkind Usage, dangerous Countenance,
And violation of all Faith and Troth
Sworn to us in your younger Enterprize.

King.
These things indeed you have articulated,
Proclaim'd at Market Crosses, read in Churches,
To face the Garment of Rebellion:
And never yet did Insurrection want
Such Water-colours, to impaint his Cause:
Nor moody Beggars, starving for a time
Of Pell-mell-Havock, and Confusion.

Prin.
In both our Armies, there is many a Soul
Shall pay full dearly for this Encounter,
If once they joyn in Trial. Tell your Nephew,
The Prince of Wales doth joyn with all the World
In praise of Henry Percy: By my Hopes,
This present Enterprize set off his head,
I do not think a braver Gentleman,
More Active, Valiant, or more valiant young,
More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To grace this latter Age with Noble Deeds.
For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
I have a Truant been to Chivalry,
And so I hear he doth account me too:
Yet this before my Fathers Majesty,
I am content that he shall take the odds
Of his great Name and Estimation,
And will, to save the Blood on either side,
Try Fortune with him, in a Single Fight.

King.
And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,
Albeit, Considerations infinite
Do make against it: No, good Worster, no,
We love our People well; even those we love

That are misled upon your Cousins part:
And will they take the offer of our Grace:
Both he, and they, and you, yea, every Man
Shall be my Friend again, and I'll be his.
So tell your Cousin, and bring me Word,
What he will do. But if he will not yield,
Rebuke and dread Correction wait on us,
And they shall do their Office. So be gone,
We will not now be troubled with reply,
We offer fair, take it advisedly. [Exit Worcester.

Prin.
It will not be accepted, on my Life,
The Dowglas and the Hotspur both together,
Are confident against the World in Arms.

King.
Hence therefore, every Leader to his Charge,
For on their Answer will we set on them;
And God befriend us, as our Cause is just. [Exeunt. Manet Prince and Falstaff.

Fal.
Hal, if thou see me down in the Battel,
And bestride me, so; 'tis a point of Friendship.

Prin.
Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that Friendship:
Say thy Prayers, and farewel.

Falst.
I would it were Bed-time, Hal, and all well.

Prin.
Why, thou owest Heaven a death.

Fal.

'Tis not due yet: I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that call's not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, Honour pricks me on? But now if Honour prick me off when I come on? How then; Can Honour set to a leg? No: or an arm? No: Or take away the grief of a Wound? No: Honour hath no skill in Surgery then? No. What is Honour? a Word. What is that Word Honour? Air: A trim Reckoning. Who hath it? He that dy'd a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? yea, to the Dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it, therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a meer Scutcheon, and so ends my Catechism.