SCENE III. The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON. Hot. We'll fight with him to-night. Wor. It may not be. Not a whit. Doug. You give him then advantage. Hot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply? Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful. Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd; stir not to-night. Ver. Do not, my lord. Doug. Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life, Doug. Yea, or to-night. Ver. Content. Hot. To-night, say I. Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much, being men of such great leading, That you foresee not what impediments Drag back our expedition: Certain horse Of 4 Conduct, experience. Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, Hot. So are the horses of the enemy Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours: For Heaven's sake, cousin, stay till all come in. [The Trumpet sounds a parley. Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect. Hot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; And 'would to heaven, You were of our determination! Some of us love you well: and even those some But stand against us like an enemy. Blunt. And God defend, but still I should stand so, So long as, out of limit, and true rule, You stand against anointed majesty ! But, to my charge. The king hath sent to know The nature of your griefs "; and whereupon You conjure from the breast of civil peace Such bold hostility, teaching this duteous land Audacious cruelty: If that the king Have any way your good deserts forgot, Which he confesseth to be manifold, He bids you name your griefs; and, with all speed, You shall have your desires, with interest; And pardon absolute for yourself, and these, Herein misled by your suggestion. Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. My father, and my uncle, and myself, Did give him that same royalty he wears: My father gave him welcome to the shore: And, when he heard him swear, and vow to God, To sue his livery', and beg his peace; He presently, as greatness knows itself, Steps me a little higher than his vow Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Then, to the point. 7 The delivery of his lands. 8 The greater and the less. In short time after, he depos'd the king; And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state : Too indirect for long continuance. Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king? Hot. Not so, sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile. And in the morning early shall mine uncle Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love. Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do! SCENE 1v. [Exeunt. York. A Room in the Archbishop's House. Enter the Archbishop of YORK, and a Gentleman. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael? bear this sealed brief, With winged haste, to the lord mareshal; 9 Letter. This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest How much they do import, you would make haste. I guess their tenor. Arch. Like enough, you do. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, To wage an instant trial with the king. Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; there's Douglas, And Mortimer. Arch. No, Mortimer's not there. Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Percy, And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn The special head of all the land together;- Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd. Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; A strength on which they reckoned. |