Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, LADY NORTHUMBERLAND, and LADY PERCY
I pray thee, loving wife and gentle daughter,
Give even way unto my rough affairs.
Put not you on the visage of the times
And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.
5I have given over. I will speak no more.
Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
Alas, sweet wife, my honor is at pawn,
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.
O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars.
10The time was, father, that you broke your word,
When you were more endeared to it than now,
When your own Percy, when my heart’s dear Harry,
Threw many a northward look to see his father
Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain.
15Who then persuaded you to stay at home?
There were two honors lost, yours and your son’s.
For yours, the God of heaven brighten it.
For his, it stuck upon him as the sun
In the gray vault of heaven, and by his light
20Did all the chivalry of England move
To do brave acts. He was indeed the glass
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
He had no legs that practiced not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,
25Became the accents of the valiant;
For those that could speak low and tardily
Would turn their own perfection to abuse