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O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The liberal and kind offer of the king.
Oh no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The generous and kind offer of the king.
’Twere best he did.
It’s better if he does.
Then are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, The king should keep his word in loving us; He will suspect us still and find a time To punish this offence in other faults: Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox, Who, ne’er so tame, so cherish’d and lock’d up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Look how we can, or sad or merrily, Interpretation will misquote our looks, And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish’d, still the nearer death. My nephew’s trespass may be well forgot; it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood, And an adopted name of privilege, A hair-brain’d Hotspur, govern’d by a spleen: All his offences live upon my head And on his father’s; we did train him on, And, his corruption being ta’en from us, We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all. Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know, In any case, the offer of the king.
Then we’re all ruined. It’s impossible, it can’t be, That the king should keep his promise to love us; He’ll always doubt us and find a way To punish this wrong through other faults: Suspicion will haunt our lives with eyes; For treason is like the fox, Who, no matter how tame, how cherished and locked up, Will still show wild traits of his ancestors. No matter how we act, whether sad or happy, Our actions will be misinterpreted, And we’ll be treated like oxen in a stall, The more pampered, the closer to death. My nephew’s mistake may be easily forgotten; It has the excuse of youth and hot blood, And a privileged family name, A hot-headed Hotspur, driven by anger: All his wrongs are on my head And his father’s; we raised him, And now, with his corruption removed from us, We, as the cause of it all, will pay for everything. So, good cousin, don’t let Harry know, Under any circumstances, of the king’s offer.
Deliver what you will; I’ll say ’tis so. Here comes your cousin.
Say what you want; I’ll say it’s true. Here comes your cousin.
My uncle is return’d: Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland. Uncle, what news?
My uncle has returned: Give me my Lord of Westmoreland. Uncle, what’s the news?
The king will bid you battle presently.
The king is about to give you battle right away.
Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.
Defy him, by the Lord of Westmoreland.
Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
Lord Douglas, go and tell him that.
Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
Certainly, I will, and very gladly.
There is no seeming mercy in the king.
There’s no sign of mercy in the king.
Did you beg any? God forbid!
Did you ask for any? God forbid!
I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, By now forswearing that he is forsworn: He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
I gently told him of our grievances, Of his broken promises; and he responded by Now swearing that he’s not lying: He calls us rebels, traitors, and will punish With force this hateful label on us.
Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in King Henry’s teeth, And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it; Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
Arm yourselves, gentlemen; to arms! I’ve just thrown A bold challenge in King Henry’s face, And Westmoreland, who was involved, accepted it; This will surely bring him quickly to the battlefield.
The Prince of Wales stepp’d forth before the king, And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
The Prince of Wales stepped forward before the king, And, nephew, challenged you to a one-on-one fight.
O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And that no man might draw short breath today But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How show’d his tasking? seem’d it in contempt?
Oh, I wish the conflict were between us, And that no one else could catch their breath today Except me and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, How did he challenge you? Was it meant to insult?
No, by my soul; I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms. He gave you all the duties of a man; Trimm’d up your praises with a princely tongue, Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle, Making you ever better than his praise By still dispraising praise valued in you; And, which became him like a prince indeed, He made a blushing cital of himself; And chid his truant youth with such a grace As if he master’d there a double spirit. Of teaching and of learning instantly. There did he pause: but let me tell the world, If he outlive the envy of this day, England did never owe so sweet a hope, So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
No, by my soul; I never in my life Did hear a challenge urged more modestly, Unless a brother should a brother dare To gentle exercise and proof of arms. He gave you all the duties of a man; Trimm’d up your praises with a princely tongue, Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle, Making you ever better than his praise By still dispraising praise valued in you; And, which became him like a prince indeed, He made a blushing cital of himself; And chid his truant youth with such a grace As if he master’d there a double spirit. Of teaching and of learning instantly. There did he pause: but let me tell the world, If he outlive the envy of this day, England did never owe so sweet a hope, So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
Cousin, I think thou art enamoured On his follies: never did I hear Of any prince so wild a libertine. But be he as he will, yet once ere night I will embrace him with a soldier’s arm, That he shall shrink under my courtesy. Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends, Better consider what you have to do Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
Cousin, I think thou art enamoured On his follies: never did I hear Of any prince so wild a libertine. But be he as he will, yet once ere night I will embrace him with a soldier’s arm, That he shall shrink under my courtesy. Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends, Better consider what you have to do Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
My lord, here are letters for you.
My lord, here are letters for you.
I cannot read them now. O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial’s point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour. An if we live, we live to tread on kings; If die, brave death, when princes die with us! Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
I cannot read them now. O gentlemen, the time of life is short! To spend that shortness basely were too long, If life did ride upon a dial’s point, Still ending at the arrival of an hour. An if we live, we live to tread on kings; If die, brave death, when princes die with us! Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; only this-- Let each man do his best: and here draw I A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal In the adventure of this perilous day. Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on. Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that music let us all embrace; For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy.
I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; only this-- Let each man do his best: and here draw I A sword, whose temper I intend to stain With the best blood that I can meet withal In the adventure of this perilous day. Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on. Sound all the lofty instruments of war, And by that music let us all embrace; For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall A second time do such a courtesy.