Page 1032 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

NORTHUMBERLAND

Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn,
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it.

LADY PERCY
O yet, for God’s sake, go not to these wars!
The time was, father, that you broke your word, [10]

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.

Who then persuaded you to stay at home? [15]
There were two honours 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 grey vault of heaven, and by his light
Did all the chivalry of England move [20]
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,
Became the accents of the valiant, [25]
For those that could speak low and tardily

Would turn their own perfection to abuse,
To seem like him. So that in speech, in gait,
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood, [30]

He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashioned others. And him − O wondrous him!
O miracle of men! − him did you leave,
Second to none, unseconded by you,

To look upon the hideous god of war [35]
In disadvantage, to abide a field
Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur’s name
Did seem defensible. So you left him.

Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong
To hold your honour more precise and nice [40]
With others than with him! Let them alone.