Hotspur's face was flushed with anger.
"Do not upbraid him, my lord, I pray you," Oswald said.

"He could scarce have avoided breaking the conditions, helpless as he felt himself; and he could not have heard your voice, which would be lost in his helmet.

I pray you, be not angered with him." Hotspur's face cleared.
"At your request I will not, lad," he said; "and, indeed, he has been punished sufficiently." By the time that the helmet was removed, one of the soldiers from the battlements ran out from the castle, with a ewer of water.

This was dashed into the squire's face.

He presently opened his eyes.