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So long as out of limit, and true rule,
You ftand against anointed Majesty!

But, to my Charge-The King hath fent to know
The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
You conjure from the breaft of civil peace
Such bold hoftility, teaching his dutious Land
Audacious cruelty. If that the King

Have any way your good deferts forgot,
Which he confeffeth to be manifold,

He bids you name your griefs: and with all speed
You shall have your defires, with intereft:

And pardon abfolute for yourself, and these,
Herein mif-led by your fuggeftion.

Hot. The King is kind: and well we know, the King
Knows at what time to promife, when to pay.
My father and my uncle, and myself,

Did give him that fame 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, fneaking home,
My father gave him welcome to the shore:
And when we heard him fwear, and vow to God,
He came to be but Duke of Lancaster,
To fue 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 affiftance, 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, ftood 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 itself,
Steps me a little higher than his vow

Made to my father, while his blood was poor,

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Upon

Upon the naked fhore at Ravenfpurg:
And now, forfooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain Edicts, and fome frait 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 feeming brow of juftice, 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 abfent King
In Deputation left behind him here,
When he was perfonal in the Irish war.
Blunt. I came not to hear this.

Hot. Then, to the point

In fhort 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, fuffer'd his kinsman March,
(Who is, if every Owner were right plac'd,
Indeed, his King) to be encag'd in Wales,
There without ransom to lie forfeited:
Difgrac'd me in my happy Victories,'
Sought to entrap me by intelligence,
Rated my uncle from the Council-board,
In rage difmifs'd my father from the Court,
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
And in conclufion drove us to feek out
This head of fafety; and withal to pry
Into his Title too, the which we find
Too indirect for long continuance.

Blunt. Shall I return this anfwer to the King?
Hot. Not fo, Sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile:
Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd
Some furety for a fafe return again;
And in the morning early fhall my uncle
Bring him our purposes: and fo farewel.

Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love!

Hot.

Hot. It may be, fo we shall.

Blunt. Pray heav'n, you do!

[Exeunt.

SCENE

VI.

Changes to the Archbishop of York's Palace.

Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michell.

York.

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I E. good Sir Michell, bear this fealed brief With winged haft to the Lord Mareshal; This to my coufin Scroop, and all the rest

To whom they are directed: if you knew
How much they do import, you wou'd make hafte.
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 Michell,
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
Whose pow'r was in the first proportion;
And what with Owen Glendower's abfence 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 infant trial with the King.

Sir Mich. Why, my good lord, there's Dowglas, and lord Mortimer.

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 fo there is: but yet the King hath drawn The fpecial head of all the Land together: The Prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster,

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The noble Weftmorland, and warlike Blunt;
And many more corrivals, and dear men
Of eftimation and command in arms.

Sir Mich. Doubt not, my lord, they fhall be well oppos'd.

York. I hope no lefs: yet, needful 'tis to fear. And to prevent the worft, Sir Michell, speed ; For if lord Percy thrive not, ere the King Difmifs 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 haste, I must go write again To other friends; and fo farewel, Sir Michell. [Exeunt.

A C T V. SCENE I.

The Camp at SHREWSBURY.

Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, Earl of Weftmorland, Sir Walter Blunt, and Falstaff.

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K. HENRY.

OW bloodily the Sun begins to peer
Above yon bufky hill! the day looks pale

At his diftemperature.

P. Henry. The fouthern wind

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whiftling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempest, and a bluft'ring day.

K. Henry. Then with the lofers let it fympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.

[The Trumpet founds.

Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon.

K. Henry. How now, my lord of Wor'fter? 'tis not

well.

That

That and I should meet upon fuch terms

you

As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our Truft
And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle feel:
This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What fay you to't? will you again unknit
This churlifh 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 mifchief, 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 it then?

Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Henry. Peace, Chewet, peace.

Wor. It pleas'd your Majefty, to turn your looks Of favour from myself, and all our House; And yet I must remember you, my lord,

We were the firft and dearest of your frien is: you, my ftaff of office I did break

For

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 fo ftrong and fortunate, as I:

It was myself, my brother, and his fon,
That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare
The dangers of the time. You swore to us,
(And you did fwear that Oath at Doncafier.)
That you did nothing purpose 'gainft the State,
Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n Right;
The feat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster.
To this, we fwear our aid: but in short space

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