Give even way unto my rough affairs:
Put not you on the visage of the times,
And be like them to Percy troublesome. 4
Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more:
Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.
North. Alas! sweet wife, my honour is at pawn;
And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. 8
Lady P. O! yet for God's sake, go not to these wars.
The time was, father, that you broke your word
When you were more endear'd to it than now;
When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, 12
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?
There were two honours lost, yours and your son's: 16
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 practis'd not his gait;
And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, 24
Became the accents of the valiant;
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, 28
In diet, in affections of delight,
In military rules, humours of blood,
He was the mark and glass, copy and book,
That fashion'd others. And him, O wondrous him! 32
11 endear'd: bound
24 thick: fast
29 affections of delight: favorite pastimes
30 blood: disposition
