1    O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
2    The liberal and kind offer of the king.

3    'Twere best he did.

4    Then are we all undone.
5    It is not possible, it cannot be,
6    The king should keep his word in loving us;
7    He will suspect us still and find a time
8    To punish this offence in other faults:
9    Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
10   For treason is but trusted like the fox,
11   Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
12   Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
13   Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
14   Interpretation will misquote our looks,
15   And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
16   The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
17   My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
18   it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
19   And an adopted name of privilege,
20   A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
21   All his offences live upon my head
22   And on his father's; we did train him on,
23   And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
24   We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
25   Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
26   In any case, the offer of the king.

27   Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.
28   Here comes your cousin.

29   My uncle is return'd:
30   Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
31   Uncle, what news?

32   The king will bid you battle presently.

33   Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.

34   Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.

35   Marry, and shall, and very willingly.

36   There is no seeming mercy in the king.

37   Did you beg any? God forbid!

38   I told him gently of our grievances,
39   Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
40   By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
41   He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
42   With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

43   Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
44   A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
45   And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
46   Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.

47   The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
48   And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.

49   O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
50   And that no man might draw short breath today
51   But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
52   How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?

53   No, by my soul; I never in my life
54   Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
55   Unless a brother should a brother dare
56   To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
57   He gave you all the duties of a man;
58   Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
59   Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle,
60   Making you ever better than his praise
61   By still dispraising praise valued in you;
62   And, which became him like a prince indeed,
63   He made a blushing cital of himself;
64   And chid his truant youth with such a grace
65   As if he master'd there a double spirit.
66   Of teaching and of learning instantly.
67   There did he pause: but let me tell the world,
68   If he outlive the envy of this day,
69   England did never owe so sweet a hope,
70   So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

71   Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
72   On his follies: never did I hear
73   Of any prince so wild a libertine.
74   But be he as he will, yet once ere night
75   I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
76   That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
77   Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
78   Better consider what you have to do
79   Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
80   Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

81   My lord, here are letters for you.

82   I cannot read them now.
83   O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
84   To spend that shortness basely were too long,
85   If life did ride upon a dial's point,
86   Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
87   An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
88   If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
89   Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
90   When the intent of bearing them is just.

91   My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.

92   I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
93   For I profess not talking; only this--
94   Let each man do his best: and here draw I
95   A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
96   With the best blood that I can meet withal
97   In the adventure of this perilous day.
98   Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
99   Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
100  And by that music let us all embrace;
101  For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
102  A second time do such a courtesy.