Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY of Wales, Lord John of LANCASTER, Earl of
WESTMORELAND, BLUNT, and
FALSTAFF
The KING, PRINCE HENRY of Wales, Lord John of LANCASTER, Earl of WESTMORELAND, Sir Walter
BLUNT, and FALSTAFF enter.
KING
How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill. The day looks pale
At his distemp'rature.
KING
How bloody the sun looks as it peers over that massive hill. The day looks pale—it must be sick to see the sun in such a mood.
PRINCE HENRY
The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
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And by his hollow whistling in the leaves
Foretells a tempest and a blust'ring day.
PRINCE HENRY
The southern wind is playing its trumpet, to announce to the world what the sun means. And judging by the whistling leaves, it's going to be a stormy, windy day.
KING
Then with the losers let it sympathize,
For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
KING
Then let it take the losers' side. To winners, nothing seems unpleasant.
The trumpet sounds. Enter
WORCESTER and
VERNON
A trumpet sounds.
WORCESTER and
VERNON enter.
How now, my Lord of Worcester? 'Tis not well
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That you and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet. You have deceived our trust
And made us doff our easy robes of peace
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel.
This is not well, my lord; this is not well.
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What say you to it? Will you again unknit
This curlish knot of all-abhorrèd war
And move in that obedient orb again
Where you did give a fair and natural light,
And be no more an exhaled meteor,
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A prodigy of fear and a portent
Of broachèd mischief to the unborn times?
Hello there, my lord of Worcester! It isn't right that you and I are meeting under these circumstances. You have betrayed my trust. You forced me to put aside my comfortable peacetime clothing and instead have made me crush my old body into hard, military armor. That isn't right, sir, that isn't right. What do you have to say about it? Will you untie this ill-tempered knot of hateful war? Will you return to my loyalty? When you circled me, your King, in your obedient orbit, you shone beautifully and naturally. Now you blaze like a comet: a fearful omen, and a signal that evil will be released into the future.
