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That you foresee not what impediments
Drag back our expedition ; certain horse
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up,
Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to day, ,
And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
That not a horse is balf, half of himself.
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy
In gen’ral, journey-bated, and brought low :
The better part of ours are full of reft.
Wor. The number of the King's exceedeth ours:
For God's fake, cousin, stay 'till all come in.
[The trumpet founds a parley. SCENE V. Enter Sir Walter Blunt. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the King, If you vouchlafe me hearing, and respect.
Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt : and would to God You were of our determination ; Some of us love you well ; and ev’n those fome Envy your great deservings, and good name, Because you are not of our quality, But stand against us like an enemy.
Blunt. And beav'n defend, but Aill I should Atand 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 hoftility, teaching his duteous land Audacious cruelty. If that the King Have any way your good deserts forgot, Which he confefseth to be manifold, He bids you name your griefs ; and with all speed You shall have your desires, with interest : And pardon absolute for your self, and these, Herein mis-led 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 my self, Did give him that same royalty.he wears ;
And when he was not fix and twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
A poor unminded out-law, sneaking home,
My father gave him welcome to the shore :
And when we heard him swear, and vow to God,
He came to be but Duke of Lancaster,
To sue his livery and beg his peace,
With tears of innocence and terms of zeal ;
My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd,
Swore him aslistance, and perform'd it too.
Now, when the Lords and Barons of the realm
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,
They more and less came in with cap and knee,
Met' him in boroughs, cities, villages,
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs, as pages following him
Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
He presently, as 'greatness knows it felf,
Steps o a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
Upon the naked shore at 'Ravenspurg :
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees,
That lay too heavy on the common-wealth ;
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,
This seeming brow of justice, did he win
The hearts of all that he did angle for :
Proceeded further, cut me off the heads
Of all the fav’rites that the absent King
In deputation left behind him here,
When he was perfonal in the Iriso war.
Blunt. I came not to hear this.
Hot. Then to the point. In short time after, he depos'd the King, Soon after that depriv'd him of his life : And in the neck of that, talk'd the whole state. To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman Marob, (Who is, if every owner were right placid,
Indeed his King) to be encag'd in Wales,
There, without ransom, to lye forfeited :
Disgrac'd me in my happy victories,
Sought to entrap me by intelligence,
Rated my uncle from the council-board,
In rage dismiss'd my 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 too, 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 a while :
Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd
Some surety for a safe return again;
And in the morning early shall my uncle
Bring him our purposes : and so farewel.
Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and love !
Hot. It may be, so we shall.
Blunt. Pray heav'n you do!
[Exeunt, SCENÉ VI. The Archbishop of York's Palace,
Enter tbe. Arcbbishop of York, and Sir Michell.
York. Hie, good Sir Michell, bear this sealed brief
With winged haste to the Lord Maresal,
This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
To whom they are directed : if you knew
How much they do import, you wou'd make haftę.
Sir Mich. My Lord, I guess their tenour.
York. Like enough.
To-morrow, good Sir Michell, is a day
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
Muft bide the touch. For, Sir, at Shrewsbury,
As I am truly giv’n to understand,
The King, with mighty and quick-raised power,
Meets with Lord Harry; and I fear, Sir Micbell,
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
Whose pow'r was in the first proportion;
And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
Who with them was a rated finew too,
And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies ;
I fear the pow'r of Percy is too weak,
To wage an instant tryal with the King.
Sir Mich. Why, my good Lord, there's Doroglas, and
York. No, Mortimer is not there.
Sir Mich. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Harry Percy,
And there's my Lord of Worcester, and a head
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
York. 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 Westmorlard, and warlike Blunt ;
And many more corrivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command in arms.
Sir Mich. Doubt not, my Lord, they shall be well oppos'd.
York. I hope no less: yet needful 'tis to fear. And to prevent the worst, Sir Michell, speed ;: For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the King Dismiss his power, he means to visit us ; For he hath heard of our confederacy, And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him : Therefore make hafte, I must go write again To other friends, and so farewel, Sir Michell! (Exeunt,
A CT V. SCENE 1.
The Camp near Shrewsbury.. Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lana
caster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falitaff.
OW bloodily the
At his distemperature.
P. Henry. The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempest, and a blust'ring day.
K. Henry. Then with the losers let it sympathize,
For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
(The trumpes founds, Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon. K. Henry. How now, my Lord of Worster ? 'tis not well,
That you and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our trusts,
And make us doff our eafie robes of peace,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel :
This is not well, my Lord, this is not well.
What say you to't? will you again unknit
This churlith knot of all-abhorred war,
And move in that obedient orb again,
Where you did give a fair and natural light ;
And be no more an exhal'd meteor,
A prodigy of fear, and a portent
Of broached mischief, to the unborn times ?
Wor. Hear me, my Liege :
For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life
With quiet hours : for I do proteft,
I have not fought the day of this dislike.
K. Henry. You have not fought it, Sir ? how comes
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
P. Henry. Peace, Chewet, peace.
Wor. It pleas'd your Majesty to turn your looks
Of favour from my self, and all our house ;
And yet I must remember you, my Lord,
We were the first and dearest of your friends :
For you, my staff of office did I break
In Richard's time, and posted day and night
To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
When yet you were in place and in account
Nothing so strong and fortunate, as I :
It was my self, my brother, and his son,
That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare
The dangers of the time. You swore to us,
And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,
you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state,
Nor claim no further than your new-fali'n right,
The seat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster.
To this we sware our aid: but in short space
It rain'd down fortune show'ring on your head,
And such a food of greatness fell on you,