Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
In both our Armies, there is many a soul Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, If once they join in trial. Tell your Nephew, The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world In praise of Henry Percy: By my Hopes, This present enterprise set off his head, I do not think a braver Gentleman, More active, valiant, or more valiant young, More daring, or more bold, is now alive, To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds. For my part, I may speak it to my shame, I have a Truant been to Chivalry, And so I hear, he doth account me too: Yet this before my Father's Majesty, I am content that he shall take the odds Of his great name and estimation, And will, to save the blood on either side, Try fortune with him, in a Single Fight. And Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee, Albeit, considerations infinite Do make against it: No good Worster, no, We love our people well; even those we love That are misled upon your Cousin's part: And will they take the offer of our Grace: Both he, and they, and you; yea, every man Shall be my Friend again, and I'll be his. So tell your Cousin, and bring me word, What he will do. But if he will not yield, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us, And they shall do their Office. So be gone, We will not now be troubled with reply, We offer fair, take it advisedly. It will not be accepted, on my life, The Dowglas and the Hotspur both together, Are confident against the world in Arms. Hence therefore, every Leader to his charge, For on their answer will we set on them; And God befriend us, as our cause is just. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, And bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that friendship Say thy prayers, and farewell. I would it were bed time Hal, and all well. Why, thou ow'st heaven a death. 'Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him, that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, Honour pricks me on. But how if Honour prick me off when I come on? How then? Can Honour set too a leg? No: or an arm? No: Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in Surgery, then? No. What is Honour? A word. What is that word Honour? Air: A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it, therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere Scutcheon, and so ends my Catechism. O no, my Nephew must not know, Sir Richard, The liberal kind offer of the King.
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In both our Armies, there is many a ſoule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter, If once they ioyne in triall. Tell your Nephew, The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praiſe of Henry Percie: By my Hopes, This preſent enterprize ſet off his head, I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman, More actiue, valiant, or more valiant yong, More daring, or more bold, is now aliue, To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds. For my part, I may ſpeake it to my ſhame, I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry, And ſo I heare, he doth account me too: Yet this before my Fathers Maieſty, I am content that he ſhall take the oddes Of his great name and eſtimation, And will, to ſaue the blood on either ſide, Try fortune with him, in a Single Fight. And Prince of Wales, ſo dare we venter thee, Albeit, conſiderations infinite Do make againſt it: No good Worſter, no, We loue our people well; euen thoſe we loue That are ſled vpon your Couſins part: And will they take the offer of our Grace: Both he, and they, and you; yea, euery man Shall be my Friend againe, and Ile be his. So tell your Couſin, and bring me word, What he will do. But if he will not yeeld, Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs, And they ſhall do their Office. So bee gone, We will not now be troubled with reply, We offer faire, take it aduiſedly. It will not be accepted, on my life, The Dowglas and the Hotſpurre both together, Are confident againſt the world in Armes. Hence therefore, euery Leader to his charge, For on their anſwer will we ſet on them; And God befriend vs, as our cauſe is iuſt. Hal, if thou ſee me downe in the battell, And beſtride me, ſo; 'tis a point of friendſhip. Nothing but a Coloſſus can do thee that frendſhip Say thy prayers, and farewell. I would it were bed time Hal, and all well. Why, thou ow'ſt heauen a death. 'Tis not due yet: I would bee loath to pay him before his day. What neede I bee ſo forward with him, that call's not on me? Well, 'tis no matter, Honor prickes me on. But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on? How then? Can Honour ſet too a legge? No: or an arme? No: Or take away the greefe of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie, then? No. What is Honour? A word. What is that word Honour? Ayre: A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that dy'de a Wedneſday. Doth he feele it? No. Doth hee heare it? No. Is it inſenſible then? yea, to the dead. But wil it not liue with the liuing? No. Why? Detraction wil not ſuffer it, therfore Ile none of it. Honour is a meere Scutcheon, and ſo ends my Catechiſme. O no, my Nephew muſt not know, Sir Richard, The liberall kinde offer of the King.