:51:00
It will not be accepted,
on my life.
:51:03
God befriend us, as our
case is just.
:51:31
Pray Harry hears not
the king's offer.
:51:35
What sayest to thee?
:51:38
There is no seeming
mercy in the king.
:51:41
He calls us rebels, traitors,
and will scourge.
:51:45
Arms, gentlemen; to arms!
:51:49
Soldiers, comrades,
every leader to his charge.
:51:56
I aswear to thee I shall stain
this sword with the best blood!
:52:01
The Prince of Wales said before
the king, he would defy you...
:52:05
...you in battle.
- Lf it were to befall upon...
:52:11
...the Prince of Wales and myself,
I would be ready to even die.
:52:21
- I would I could sleep now.
- Why, thou owest God a death.
:52:26
'Tis not due yet; I would be
lothe to pay Him before his day.
:52:30
What need I be so forward
with Him that calls not on me?
:52:34
But that matters not,
for honour pricks me.
:52:38
But how if honour prick me off
when I come on? How then?
:52:43
Can honour set-to an arm, or
take away the grief of a wound?
:52:46
Hath it no skill in surgery?
:52:51
What is honour?
:52:54
Air, only air. Who hath it?
:52:57
He that died on Wednesday,
doth he feel it? No.