| Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes, | |
| This infant warrior, in his enterprises | |
| Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once, | |
| Enlarged him and made a friend of him, | |
| To fill the mouth of deep defiance up | |
| And shake the peace and safety of our throne. | |
| And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, | |
| The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, | |
| Capitulate against us and are up. | |
| But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? | |
| Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, | |
| Which art my near'st and dearest enemy? | |
| Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, | |
| Base inclination and the start of spleen | |
| To fight against me under Percy's pay, | |
| To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns, | |
| To show how much thou art degenerate. | |
| PRINCE HENRY Do not think so; you shall not find it so: | |
| And God forgive them that so much have sway'd | |