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Made to my father, while his blood was poor, With winged haste, to the lord mareschal ;
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg ;

This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform

To whom they are directed : if you knew
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees, How much they do import, you would make
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth :

haste. Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep

Gent. My good lord,
Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face, I guess their tenor.
This seeming brow of justice, did he win. .


Like enough, you do. The hearts of all that he did angle for.

To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, Proceeded further; cut me off the heads

Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Of all the favourites, that the absent king

Must 'bide the touch : For, sir, at Shrewsbury, In deputation left behind him here,

As I am truly given to understand, When be was personal in the Irish war.

The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, Blunt. Tut, I came not to bear this.

Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael, Hal.

Then, to the point. What with the sickness of Northumberland, In short time after, he depos'd the king;

(Whose power was in the first proportion,) Son after that, depriv'd him of his life ;

And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, Ad, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state : (Who with them was a rated sinew too, To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,) – (Who is, if every owner were well plac'd,

I fear, the power of Percy is too weak Indeed his king,) to be incag'd in Wales,

To wage an instant trial with the king. There without ransome to lie forfeited :

Gent. Why, good my lord, you nerd not fear ; Disgrac'd me in my happy victories ;

there's Douglas, Sought to entrap me by intelligence ;

And Mortimer. Rated my uncle from the council-board ;


No, Mortimer's not there. In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;

Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong:

Percy, And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out

And there's my lord of Worcester ; and a head This head of safety; and, withal, to pry

Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. Into his title, the which we find

Arch. And so there is : but yet the king hath Tco indirect for long continuance.

drawn Biunt. Shall I return this answer to the king ? The special head of all the land together ;

Hot. Not so, sir Walter ; we'll withdraw awhile. The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; Sorne surety for a safe return again,

And many more cor-rivals, and dear men And in the morning early shall mine uncle Of estimation and command in arms. Bring him our purposes : and so farewell.

Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love.

oppos'd. Hot. And, may be, so we shall.

Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; Bhunt.

'Pray heaven, you do! And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed :

(Ereunt. For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king

Dismiss his power, he means to visit us, SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Arch- For he hath heard of our confederacy, bishop's House.

And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him ;

Therefore, make haste : I must go write again Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman.

To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael ; bear this sealed

(Exeunt, severally. brief,

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SCENE I. - The King's Camp near

Trumpel. Enter WORCESTER and Verxon. Entor Kexo HennY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN That you and I should meet upon such terms

How now, my lord of Worcester ? 'tis not well, of Lancaster, Sir WALTER Blunt, and Sir John

As now we meet : You have deceiv'd our trust; FALSTAFF.

And made us doff our easy robes of peace, K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel : Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale That is not well, my lord, this is not well. At his distemperature.

What say you to't? will you again unknit
P. Hen.

The southern wind This churlish knot of all-abhorred war ?
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ;

And move in that obedient orb again,
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Where you did give a fair and natural light;
Foretells a tempest, and a blustering day.

And be no more an exhal'd meteor,
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sym-

A prodigy of fear, and a portent
pathize ;

Of broached mischief to the unborn times ? For nothing can seem foul to those that win.

Wor. Hear me, my liege :

For mine own part, I could be well content More daring, or more bold, is now alive,
To entertain the lag-end of my life

To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
With quiet hours ; for, I do protest,

For my part, I may speak it to my shame, I have not sought the day of this dislike.

I have a truant been to chivalry ;
K. Hen. You have not sought it! how comes it And so, I hear, he doth account me too:
then ?

Yet this before my father's majesty,
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. I am content, that he shall take the odds
P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace.

Of his great name and estimation ;
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks And will, to save the blood on either side,
Of favour, from myself, and all our house ; Try fortune with him in a single fight.
And yet I must remember you, my lord,

K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venWe were the first and dearest of your friends.

ture thee, For you, my staff of office did I break

Albeit, considerations infinite In Richard's time; and posted day and night Do make against it :- No, good Worcester, no, To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, We love our people well; even those we love, When yet you were in place and in account That are misled upon your cousin's part : Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.

And, will they take the offer of our grace, It was myself, my brother, and his son,

Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man That brought you home, and boldly did outdare Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his : The dangers of the time : You swore to us, – So tell your cousin, and bring me word And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,

What he will do : — But if he will not yield, That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state ; Rebuke and dread correction wait on us, Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n right, And they shall do their office. So, be gone; The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster : We will not now be troubled with reply: To this we swore our aid. But, in short space, We offer fair, take it advisedly. It rain'd down fortune showering on your head ;

[Ereunt WORCESTER and Versor. And such a flood of greatness fell on you, —

P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life: What with our help; what with the absent king; The Douglas and the Hotspur both together What with the injuries of wanton time;

Are confident against the world in arms. The seeming sufferances that you had borne; K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his And the contrarious winds, that held the king

charge ; So long in his unlucky Irish wars,

For, on their answer, will we set on them : That all in England did repute him dead,

And God befriend us, as our cause is just! And, from this swarm of fair advantages,

(Exeunt King, Blunt, and PRINCE JOns. You took occasion to be quickly woo'd

Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and To gripe the general sway into your hand :

bestride me, so ; 'tis a point of friendship. Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster ;

P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that And, being fed by us, you us'd us so

friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell. As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,

Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. Useth the sparrow : did oppress our nest;

P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. (Erit. Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,

Fal. 'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay That even our love durst not come near your sight, him before his day. What need I be so forward with For fear of swallowing ; but with nimble wing him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter ; We were enforc'd, for safety sake, to fly

Honour pricks me on.

Yea, but how if honour Out of your sight, and raise this present head : prick me off when I come on? how then? Can Whereby we stand opposed by such means honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm ? No. Or As you yourself have forg'd against yourself ; take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? And violation of all faith and troth

A word. What is in that word, honour? What Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.

is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning! - Who K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have arti- hath it? He that died o’Wednesday. Doth he feel culated,

it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches; then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with To face the garment of rebellion

the living ? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer
With some fine colour, that may please the eye it: - therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere
Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. Erit.
Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news
Of hurlyburly innovation :

SCENE II. — The Rebel Camp.
And never yet did insurrection want
Such water-colours, to impaint his cause ;

Enter WORCESTER and Verxox.
Nor moody beggars, starving for a time,

Wor. O, no, my nephew must not know, sir Of pellmell havock and confusion.

P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul | The liberal kind offer of the king.
Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,

Ver. 'Twere best, he did.
If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,


Then are we all undone. The prince of Wales doth join with all the world It is not possible, it cannot be, In praise of Henry Percy : By my hopes, - The king should keep his word in loving us; This present enterprize set off his head,

He will suspect us still, and find a time I do not think a braver gentleman,

To punish this offence in other faults : More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes :

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For treason is but trusted like the fox;

Of any prince, so wild, at liberty :
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish’d, and lock'd up, But, be he as he will, yet once ere night
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.

I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
Look how we can, or sad, or merrily,

That he shall shrink under my courtesy. Interpretation will misquote our looks;

Arm, arm, with speed : And, fellows, soldiers, And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

friends, The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.

Belter consider what you have to do,
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood; Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
And an adopted name of privilege,
A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen :

Enter a Messenger.
All his offences live upon my head,

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you. And on his father's; :- we did train him on;

Hot. I cannot read them now. And, his corruption being ta'en from us,

O gentlemen, the time of life is short ; We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.

To spend that shortness basely, were too long, Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,

If life did ride upon a dial's point,
In any case, the offer of the king.

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say, 'tis so. An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
Here comes your cousin.

If die, brave death, when princes die with us!

Now for our conscience, the arms are fair,
Enter Hotspur and Douglas; and Officers and When the intent of bearing them is just.
Soldiers, behind.

Enter another Messenger.
Het. My uncle is return'd: -
My lord of Westmoreland. — Uncle, what news ?

Mess. My lord, prepare ; the king comes on apace. W. The king will bid you battle presently.

Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, Drug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. For I profess not talking; only this Hat. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.

Let each man do his best : and here draw I Dong. Marry, and shall, and very willingly.

A sword, whose temper I intend to stain (Exit.

With the best blood that I can meet withal Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king.

In the adventure of this perilous day.

Now, Hat. Did you beg any? God forbid !

Esperance ! Percy! - and set on. — Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,

Sound all the lofty instruments of war, Of tus oath-breaking; which he mended thus,

And by that musick let us all embrace: By now forswearing that he is forsworn :

For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge

A second time do such a courtesy. With haughty arms his hateful name in us.

[The trumpets sound. They embrace, and ereunt. Re-enter Douglas.

SCENE III. – Plain near Shrewsbury. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown

Ercursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,

battle. Then enter Douglas and BLUNT, meeting. And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; Blunt. What is thy name, that in the battle thus Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. Thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek Fer. The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before Upon my head ? the king,


Know then, my name is Douglas; And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,

Het. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; Because some tell me that thou art a king. And that no man might draw short breath to-day, Blunt. They tell thee true. But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath How sbow'd his tasking ? seem'd it in contempt?

bought Ver. No, by my soul ; I never in my life, Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly,

The sword hath ended him : so shall it thee, Unless a brother should a brother dare

Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner. To gentie exercise and proof of arms.

Blunt. I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot; He gave you all the duties of a man ;

And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
Trimun'd up your praises with a princely tongue; Lord Stafford's death.
Spoke your deservings like a chronicle ;

(2key fight, and Blunt is slain. Making you ever better than his praise,

By still dispraising praise, valued with you :
And, which became him like a prince indeed,

Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon He made a blushing cital of himself;

thus, And chid his truant youth with such a grace, I never had triumph'd upon a Scot. As if he master'd there a double spirit,

Duug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.

the king There did he pause; But let me tell the world, Hot. Where? If he outlive the envy of this day,

Doug. Here. England did never owe so sweet a hope,

Hot. This, Douglas ? no, I know this face full So much misconstrued in his wantonness.

well. Hot. Cousin, I think, thou art enamoured A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Cpon his follies ; never did I hear

Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.


Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! The prince of Wales from such a field as this; A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on, Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king ? And rebels' arms triumph in massacres !

Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. P. John. We breathe too long : - Come, cousin Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his

Westmoreland, coats;

Our duty this way lies ; for God's sake come. I'll marter all his wardrobe, piece by piece,

(Exeunt PRINCE John and WESTMORELAND. Until I meet the king.

P. Hen. By heaven, thou hast deceiv'd me, LanHot. Up, and away ;

Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. (Exeunt. I did not think thee lord of such a spirit :

Before, I lov'd thee as a brother, John ;
Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF.

But now, I do respect thee as my soul. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, K. Hen. I saw him bold lord Percy at the point, I fear the shot here : here's no scoring, but upon the With lustier maintenance than I did look for pate. -Soft! who art thou ? Sir Walter Blunt; Of such an ungrown warrior. there's honour for you : Here's no vanity !-I am as P. Hen.

O, this boy, hot as molten lead, and as heavy too : God keep Lends mettle to us all.


. lead out of me! I need no more weight than my own bowels.--I have led my raggamuffins where

Alarums. Enter Douglas. they are peppered : there's but three of my hundred Doug. Another King ! they grow like Hydras' and fifty left alive ; and they are for the town's end,

heads : to beg during life. But who comes here ? I am the Douglas, fatal to all those

That wear those colours on them. - What art thou, Enter Prince Henry.

That counterfeit'st the person of a king? P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here ? lend me K. Hen. The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves thy sword :

at heart, Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff

So many of his shadows thou hast met, Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,

And not the very king. I have two boys, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Pr'ythee, lend thy Seek Percy, and thyself, about the field sword.

But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily, Fal. O Hal, I prythee, give me leave to breathe I will assay thee; so defend thyself. awhile. — Turk Gregory never did such deeds in Doug. I fear, thou art another counterfeit; arms, as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king : I have made him sure.

But mine, I am sure, thou art, whoe'er thou be, P. Hen. He is, indeed : and living to kill thee. And thus I win thee. Lend me thy sword, I pr'ythee.

[They fight; the King being in danger, ente Fal. Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive,

PRINCE HENRY, thou get'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if P. Hen. Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art thou wilt.

like P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case ? Never to hold it up again! the spirits

Fal. Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot ; there's that will of Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms : sack a city.

It is the prince of Wales, that threatens thee; (The Prince draws out a bottle of sack. Who never promiseth, but he means to pay. P. Hen. What, is't a time to jest and dally now?

[They fight; Douglas flies. [Throws it at him, and exit

. Cheerly, my lord ; How fares your grace ? Fal. Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent, he do come in my way, so : if he do not, if I come And so hath Clifton ; I'll to Clifton straight. in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. K. Hen. Stay, and breathe a while : I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath : Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion ; Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, ho- And show'd, thou mak'st some tender of my life, nour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.

[Exit. P. Hen. O heaven! they did me too much injury),

That ever said, I hearken'd for your death. SCENE IV. - Another part of the Field. If it were so, I might have let alone Alarums. Ercursions. Enter the King, Prince Which would have been as speedy in your end,

The insulting hand of Douglas over you ; HENRY, PRINCE John, and WesTMORELAND.

As all the poisonous potions in the world, K. Hen. I pr’ythee,

And sav'd the treacherous labour of your son. Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much :- K. Hen. Make up to Clifton, I'll to sir Nicholas Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.


[Exit King Hexar P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. P. Hen. I do beseech your majesty, make up,

Enter Hotspur. Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.

Hot. If I mistake not, thou art Harry los K. Hen. I will do so :

mouth. My lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent. P. Hen. Thou speak'st as if I would deny maj West. Come, my lord, I will lead you to your

Ho:. My name is Harry Percy. P. Hen. Lead me, my lord ? I do not need your P. Hen.

Why, then I help:

A very valiant rebel of the name. And heaven forbid, a shallow scratch should drive I am the prince of Wales; and think net, Perey,





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To share with me in glory any more :

gunpowder Percy, though he be dead : How, if he Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere ; should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am afraid, he Nor can one England brook a double reign, would prove the better counterfeit. Therefore I'll Of Harry Percy, and the prince of Wales.

make him sure: yea, and I'll swear I killed him. Hol. Nor shall it, Harry, for the hour is come Why may not he rise, as well as I ? Nothing conTo end the one of us; And 'would to God, futes me but eyes, and nobody sees me. Therefore, Thy name in arms were now as great as mine! sirrah, (stabbing him.] with a new wound in your

P. Hen. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; thigh, come you along with me.
And all the budding honours on thy crest

[Takes Hotspur on his back. I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and Prince John. Hd. I can no longer brook thy vanities.

[They fight. P. Hen. Come, brother John, full bravely hast

thou Aesh'd Enter FalsTAFF.

Thy maiden sword. Fol

. Well said, Hal! to it, Hal! - Nay, you P. John. But, soft! whom have we here? shall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Did you not tell me this fat man was dead ? Enter Douglas; he fights with Falstaff, who falls

P. Hen. I did ; I saw him dead, breathless and deren as if he were dead, and exit Douglas. Upon the ground.

bleeding Horspur is wounded, and falls.

Art thou alive? or is it phantasy Hot. 0, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my That plays upon our eyesight? I pr’ythec, speak ;, youth:

We will not trust our eyes, without our ears : I better brook the loss of brittle life,

Thou art not what thou seem'st. Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

Fal. No, that's certain ; I am not a double man: They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword but if I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. my flesh :

There is Percy: (throwing the body down.] if your But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool ; father will do me any honour, so; if not, let him And time, that takes survey of all the world, kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,

or duke, I can assure you. But that the earthy and cold hand of death

P. Hen. Why, Percy I killed myself, and saw Lies on my tongue : No, Percy, thou art dust, thee dead.

[Dies. Fal. Didst thou ? - Lord, lord, how this world P. Hen. For worms, brave Percy: Fare thee is given to lying ! – I grant you I was down, and well, great heart!

out of breath ; and so was he: but we rose both at Il-weav'd ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury When that this body did contain a spirit,

clock. If I may be believed, so; if not, let them, A kingdom for it was too small a bound;

that should reward valour, bear the sin upon their But now, two paces of the vilest earth

own heads. I'll take it upon my death, I gave him Is room enough: – This earth, that bears thee dead this wound in the thigh: if the man were alive, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece If thou wert sensible of courtesy,

of my sword. I should not make so dear a show of zeal :

P. John. This is the strangest tale that e'er I But let my favours hide thy mangled face;

heard. And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself

P. Hen. This is the strangest fellow, brother Far doing these fair rites of tenderness.

John. Adieu, and take thy praize with thee to heaven! Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back : Thy ignomy sleep with thee in the grave,

For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. (He sees FALSTAFF on the ground.

[A retreat is sounded. What! old acquaintance ! could not all this flesh The trumpet sounds retreat, the day is ours. Keep in a little life ? Poor Jack, farewell !

Come, brother, let's to the highest of the field, I could have better spar'd a better man.

To see what friends are living, who are dead. 0, I should have a heavy miss of thee,

[Ereunt Prince Henry and PRINCE John. If I were much in love with vanity.

Fal. I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,

rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great, Though many dearer, in this bloody fray: I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and Embowellia will I see thee by and by :

live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. Till then, in blood by noble Percy lie. [Erit.

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. (Rising slowly.) Embowelled ! if thou embowel me today, I'll give you leave to powder me, SCENE V. - Another Part of the Field. and eat me too, to-morrow. 'Sblood, 'twas time

Enter King HENRY, PRINCE or that hot termagant Scot had paid The trumpets sound. me seot and lot too. Counterfeit? I lie, I am no

HENRY, PRINCE John, WESTMORELAND, and counterfeit : To die is to be a counterfeit; for he is

others, with WORCESTER and VERNON, prisoners. but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.

a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace, thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true Pardon, and terms of love to all of you ? and perfect image of life indeed. The better part And would'st thou turn our offers contrary? of valour is discretion ; in the which better part, Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust? I have saved my life. 'Zounds, I am afraid of this Three knights upon our party slain to-day,

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