L. Bard. Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your

honour.
Mor. The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health; the which, if you give o’er 164 To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
141 buckle: bend 144 grief: suffering grief : sorrow
145 nice: dainty , effeminate 14 ’/ sickly quoif : sick man’s hood
348 wanton: effeminate
349 flesh’d: made tierce by combat as a dog fed only on flesh 351 ragged’st: roughest
161 strained passion: exaggerated emotion 163 complices: allies
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King Henry the Fourth, l0 i
You cast the event of war; my noble lord,
And summ’d the account of chance, before you said, ‘Let us make head.’ It was your presurmise 168 That in the dole of blows your son might drop:
You knew he walk’d o’er perils, on an edge.
More likely to fall in than to get o’er;
You were advis’d his flesh was capable 172
Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang’d: Yet did you say, ‘Go forth’; and none of this. Though strongly apprehended, could restrain 176 The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen.
Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth, More than that being which was like to be?