King.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant,
And breath shortwinded accents of new broils
To be commenc'd in Stronds a-farre remote:
March all one way, and be no more oppos'd
Against Acquaintance, Kindred, and Allies.
The edge of Warre, like an ill-sheathed knife,
No more shall cut his Master. Therefore Friends,
As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ,
To chace these Pagans in those holy Fields,
Ouer whose Acres walk'd those blessed feete
Which fourteene hundred yeares ago were nail'd
For our aduantage on the bitter Crosse.
But this our purpose is a tweluemonth old,
And bootlesse 'tis to tell you we will go:
My blood hath beene too cold and temperate,
Vnapt to stirre at these indignities,
And you haue found me; for accordingly,
You tread vpon my patience: But be sure,
I will from henceforth rather be my Selfe,
Mighty, and to be fear'd, then my condition
Which hath beene smooth as Oyle, soft as yong Downe,
And therefore lost that Title of respect,
Which the proud soule ne're payes, but to the proud.
Worcester.
Our house (my Soueraigne Liege) little deserues
The scourge of greatnesse to be vsed on it,
And that same greatnesse too, which our owne hands
Haue holpe to make so portly.
Northumberland.
My Lord.
King.
Worcester get thee gone: for I do see
Danger and disobedience in thine eye.
Northumberland.
Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded,
Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke,
Were (as he sayes) not with such strength denied
As was deliuered to your Maiesty:
Who either through enuy, or misprision,
Was guilty of this fault; and not my Sonne.
Hotspur.
My Liege, I did deny no Prisoners.
Hotspur.
...But, I remember when the fight was done,
When I was dry with Rage, and extreame Toyle,
Hotspur.
...Breathlesse, and Faint, leaning vpon my Sword,
Came there a certaine Lord, neat and trimly drest;
Hotspur.
...Fresh as a Bride-groome, and his Chin new reapt,
Shew'd like a stubble Land at Haruest home.
Hotspur.
...He was perfumed like a Milliner,
This bald, vnioynted Chat of his (my Lord)
Made me to answer indirectly (as I said.)
Hotspur.
...And I beseech you, let not this report
Come currant for an Accusation,
Betwixt my Loue, and your high Maiesty.