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Doug. You give him, then, advantage.

Ver. 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,
And I dare well maintain it with my life,
If well-respected honour bid me on,
I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives :-
Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle,
Which of us fears.

Doug. Yea, or to-night.
Ver. Content.

Hot. To-night, say I.

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Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much,
Being men of such great leading as you are,
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 half the half of himself.
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy

In general, journey-bated, and brought low;
The better part of ours are full of rest.

Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:
For Heaven's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.

[Trumpet sounds a Parley.

Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT and Two GENTLEMEN.

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
Envy your great deservings, and good name;
Because you are not of our quality,

But stand against us, like an enemy.

Blunt. And Heaven 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 his duteous land
Audacious cruelty: If that the king

Have any way your good deserts forgot,-
Which he confesses 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:
And,-when he was not six-and-twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
A poor, unminded, outlaw, sneaking home,
My father gave him welcome to the shore:
And,--when he heard him swear, and vow to Heaven,
He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd,
Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too.
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm,
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,
The more and less came in with cap and knee;

Met him in boroughs, cities, villages;

Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs; as pages follow'd 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,
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg;

And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts, and some straight decrees,
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth :
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,
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, task'd the whole state :
To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March
(Who is, if every owner were well plac'd,
Indeed his king), to be engag'd in Wales,
There without ransom, to lie 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, farewell.

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

Hot. And, may be, so we shall.

Blunt. 'Pray Heaven, you do!

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums:

[Excunt SIR W. BLUNT and Two GENTLEMEN, HOTSPUR, and his Friends.

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I

KING HENRY'S Tent.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

KING HENRY, HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES, PRINCE
JOHN OF LANCASTER, SIR WALTER BLUNT, SIR
JOHN FALSTAFF, GENTLEMEN, and SOLDIERS,
discovered.

K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
At his distemperature.

P. Hen. The southern wind

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;

And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

[A Trumpet sounds a Parley.

Enter EARL OF WORCESTER, and SIR RICHARD
VERNON.

K. Hen. How now, my Lord of Worcester? 'tis
not well,

That you and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet: You have deceiv'd our trust;
And made us doff our easy 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 churlish 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 protest,

I have not sought the day of this dislike.

K. Hen. You have not sought it, sir! how comes it, then?

Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace!

Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks Of favour from myself, and all our house;

And yet I must remember you, my lord,

your

friends.

We were the first and dearest of
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,

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