_Wor._ There is no seeming mercy in the king. 35 _Hot._ Did you beg any? God forbid![3100][3101] _Wor._ I told him gently of our grievances,[3101][3102] Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus, By now forswearing that he is forsworn:[3103] He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge 40 With haughty arms this hateful name in us. _Re-enter_ DOUGLAS.[3104] _Doug._ 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. 45 _Wor._ The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king, And, nephew, challenged you to single fight. _Hot._ O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads, And that no man might draw short breath to-day But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, 50 How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?[3105] _Ver._ 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. 55 He gave you all the duties of a man; Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue, Spoke your deservings like a chronicle, Making you ever better than his praise By still dispraising praise valued with you:[3106] 60 And, which became him like a prince indeed, He made a blushing cital of himself; And chid his truant youth with such a grace[3107] As if he master'd there a double spirit[3108] Of teaching and of learning instantly. 65 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. _Hot._ Cousin, I think thou art enamoured 70 On his follies: never did I hear[3109] Of any prince so wild a libertine.[3110] 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. 75 Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,[3111] Better consider what you have to do Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,[3112] Can lift your blood up with persuasion. _Enter a_ Messenger. _Mess._ My lord, here are letters for you.[3113] 80