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The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and
It may not be.
Not a whit. Hot. Why say you so ? looks he not for supply? Ver. So do.we. Hot.
His is certain, ours is doubtful. Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd; stir not to-night. Ver. Do not, my lord. Doug
You do not counsel well ; You speak it out of fear, and cold heart.
Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas : by my life,
Yea, or to-night.
Come, come, it may not be.
foresee not what impediments
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,
Blunt. And God defend, but still I should stand so,
king Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
My father, and my uncle, and myself,
unminded outlaw sneaking home, Му. father
him welcome to the shore: And, — when he heard him swear, and vow to God, He came but to be duke of Lancaster, To sue his livery', and beg
as greatness knows itself,
Blunt. I came not to hear this.
Then, to the point.
7 The delivery of his lands.
The greater and the less.
In short time after, he depos'd the king ;
father from the court; Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong: And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out This head of safety; and, withal, to pry Into his title, the which we find Too indirect for long continuance.
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king ?
Hot. Not so, sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile. Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd Some surety for a safe return again, And in the morning early shall mine uncle Bring him our purposes : and so farewell. Blunt. I would, you
would accept of love. Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Blunt..
'Pray heaven, you do!
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;
This to my cousin Scroop ; and all the rest
Gent. My good lord,
their tenor. Arch.
Like enough, you do.
mighty and quick-raised power, Meets with lord Harry: and I fear, sir Michael, What with the sickness of Northumberland, (Whose power was in the first proportion) And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, (Who with them was a rated sinew too', And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies,) — I fear, the power of Percy is too weak 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 Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. Arch. And so there is : but yet the king hath
drawn The special head of all the land together ;The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; And many more corrivals, and dear men Of estimation and command in arms. Ġent. 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.