Hotspur

Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth

In this fine age were not thought flattery,

Such attribution should the Douglas have,

As not a soldier of this season's stamp

Should go so general current through the world.

By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy

The tongues of soothers; but a braver place

In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:

Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

Douglas

Thou art the king of honour:

No man so potent breathes upon the ground

But I will beard him.

Hotspur

Do so, and 'tis well. Enter a Messenger with letters.

What letters hast thou there? I can but thank you.

Messenger

These letters come from your father.

Hotspur

Letters from him; why comes he not himself?

Messenger

He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.

Hotspur

'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick

In such a justling time? Who leads his power?

Under whose government come they along?

Messenger

His letters bears his mind, not I, my lord.

Worcester

I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?

Messenger

He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;

And at the time of my departure thence

He was much feared by his physicians.

Worcester

I would the state of time had first been whole

Ere he by sickness had been visited:

His health was never better worth than now.

Hotspur

Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect

The very life-blood of our enterprise;

'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.

He writes me here, that inward sickness

And that his friends by deputation could not

So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet

To lay so dangerous and dear a trust

On any soul removed but on his own.

Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,

That with our small conjunction we should on,

To see how fortune is disposed to us;

For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,

Because the king is certainly possessed

Of all our purposes. What say you to it?

Worcester

Your father's sickness is a maim to us.

Hotspur

A perilous gash, a very limb lopped off:

And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want

Seems more than we shall find it: were it good

To set the exact wealth of all our states

All at one cast? to set so rich a main

On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?

It were not good; for therein should we read

The very bottom and the soul of hope,

The very list, the very utmost bound

Of all our fortunes.

Douglas

'Faith, and so we should;

Where now remains a sweet reversion:

We may boldly spend upon the hope of what

Is to come in:

A comfort of retirement lives in this.

Hotspur

A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,

If that the devil and mischance look big

Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.

Worcester

But yet I would your father had been here.

The quality and hair of our attempt

Brooks no division: it will be thought

By some, that know not why he is away,

That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike

Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:

And think how such an apprehension

May turn the tide of fearful faction

And breed a kind of question in our cause;

For well you know we of the offering side

Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,

And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence

The eye of reason may pry in upon us:

This absence of your father's draws a curtain,

That shows the ignorant a kind of fear

Before not dreamt of.

Hotspur

You strain too far.

I rather of his absence make this use:

It lends a lustre and more great opinion,

A larger dare to our great enterprise,

Than if the earl were here; for men must think,

If we without his help can make a head

To push against a kingdom, with his help

We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.

Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.

Douglas

As heart can think: there is not such a word

Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear. Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON.

Hotspur

My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul.

Vernon

Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.

The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,

Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.

Hotspur

No harm: what more?

Vernon

And further, I have learned,

The king himself in person is set forth,

Or hitherwards intended speedily,

With strong and mighty preparation.

Hotspur

He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,

The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,

And his comrades, that daffed the world aside,

And bid it pass?

Vernon

All furnished, all in arms;

All plumed like estridges that with the wind

Bated like eagles having lately bathed;

Glittering in golden coats, like images;

As full of spirit as the month of May,

And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;

Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,

His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed,

Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,

And vaulted with such ease into his seat,

As if an angel dropped down from the clouds,

To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Hotspur

No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,

This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come;

They come like sacrifices in their trim,

And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war

All hot and bleeding will we offer them:

The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit

Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire

To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh

And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,

Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt

Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:

Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,

Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.

O that Glendower were come!

Vernon

There is more news:

I learned in Worcester, as I rode along,

He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.

Douglas

That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.

Worcester

Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.

Hotspur

What may the king's whole battle reach unto?

Vernon

To thirty thousand.

Hotspur

Forty let it be:

My father and Glendower being both away,

The powers of us may serve so great a day.

Come, let us take a muster speedily:

Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

Douglas

Talk not of dying: I am out of fear

Of death or death's hand for this one half year. Exeunt.