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Money, and order for their furniture.
The land is burning, Percy stands on high,
And either they, or we, must lower lie.

(Exeunt Prince, Poins, and BARDOLPH.

Fal. Rare words! brave world !-Hostess, my break

fast; come.-
0! I could wish this tavern were my drum.


ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.

A comfort of retirement lives in this.

Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and Douglas.

If that the devil and mischance look big
Hot. Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth, Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
In this fine age were not thought flattery,

Wor. But yet, I would your father had been here. Such attribution should the Douglas have,

The quality and hair of our attempt As not a soldier of this season's stamp

Brooks no division : it will be thought Should go so general current through the world. By some, that know not why he is away, By God, I cannot flatter: I defy

That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place

Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence.
In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. And think, how such an apprehension
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. May turn the tide of fearful faction,
Doug. Thou art the king of honour :

And breed a kind of question in our cause :
No man so potent breathes upon the ground, For, well you know, we of the offering side
But I will beard him.

Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
Do so, and 'tis well.-

And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence
Enter a Messenger, with Letters.

l'he eye of reason may pry in upon us.
What letters hast thou there?–I can but thank you. This absence of your father's draws a curtain,

Mess. These letters come from your father. That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not himself? Before not dreamt of.
Mess. He cannot come, my lord : he's grievous sick. Hot.

You strain too far.
Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick, I, rather, of his absence make this use :-
In such a justling time? Who leads his power? It lends a lustre, and more great opinion,
Under whose government come they along?

A larger dare to our great enterprize, Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Than if the earl were here : for men must think, Wor. I pr’ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed ? If we, without his help, can make a head

Mess. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth; To push against the kingdom, with his help, And at the time of my departure thence,

We should o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.He was much fear’d by his physicians.

Yet all goes well; yet all our joints are whole. Wor. I would the state of time had first been whole, Doug. As heart can think : there is not such a word Ere he by sickness had been visited:

Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear. His health was never better worth than now.

Enter Sir RICHARD VERNON. Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect Hot. My cousin Vernon ! welcome, by my soul. The very life-blood of our enterprize :

Ver. Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord. 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.

The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, He writes me here,—that inward sickness

Is marching hitherwards ; with him, prince John. And that his friends by deputation could not

Hot. No harm : what more? So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet,


And farther, I have learn'd, To lay so dangerous and dear a trust

The king himself in person is set forth, On any soul remov'd, but on his own.

Or hitherwards intendeth speedily, Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,

With strong and mighty preparation. That with our small conjunction we should on,

Hot. He shall be welcome too.

Where is his son, To see how fortune is dispos'd to us;

The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales, For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,

And his comrades, that daft'd the world aside,
Because the king is certainly possess'd

And bid it pass ?
Of all our purposes.
What say you to it?


All furnish'd, all in arms, Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. All plum'd like estridges, that wing the wind,

Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off :- Bated, like eagles having lately bath’d; And yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want

Glittering in golden coats, like images; Seems more than we shall find it.- Were it good, As full of spirit as the month of May, To set the exact wealth of all our states

And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; All at one cast ? to set so rich a main

Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
It were not good; for therein should we read His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
The very bottom and the soul of hope,

Rise from the ground like

feather'd Mercury, The very list, the very utmost bound

And vaulted with such ease into his seat, Of all our fortunes.

As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, Doug.

'Faith, and so we should, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, Where now remains a sweet reversion :

And witch the world with noble horsemanship. We now may boldly spend upon the hope

Hot. No more, no more: worse than the sun in March, Of what is to come in :

This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come;

They come like sacrifices in their trim,

and a half in all my company: and the half shirt is And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war,

two napkins, tacked together, and thrown over the All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them :

shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves; and the The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit,

shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at St. AlUp to the ears in blood. I am on fire,

bans, or the red nosed inn-keeper of Daventry. But To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh,

that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge. And yet not ours.- Come, let me taste my horse,

Enter Prince Henry and WESTMORELAND. Who is to bear me, like a thunderbolt,

P. Hen. How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt! Against the bosom of the prince of Wales :

Fal. What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,

dost thou in Warwickshire ?—My good lord of WestMeet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse. moreland, I cry you mercy : I thought your honour O, that Glendower were come !

had already been at Shrewsbury. Ver.

There is more news: West. 'Faith, sir John, 'tis more than time that I I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,

were there and you too; but my powers are there He cannot draw his power this fourteen days. already. The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we

Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet. must away all night.
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. Fal. Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat
Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach unto? to steal cream.
Ver. To thirty thousand.

P. Hen. I think, to steal cream indeed; for thy theft
Forty let it be:

hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack; My father and Glendower being both away,

whose fellows are these that come after? The powers of us may serve so great a day.

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine. Come, let us take a muster speedily :

P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals. Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

Fal. Tut, tut! good enough to toss; food for powDoug. Talk not of dying: I am out of fear der, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better: Of death, or death’s hand, for this one half year. [Exeunt. tush, man, mortal men, mortal men. SCENE II.-A public Road, near Coventry.

West. Ay, but, sir John, methinks they are exceed

ing poor and bare ; too beggarly. Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH.

Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry: fill me' had that: and for their bareness, I am sure, they never a bottle of sack. Our soldiers shall march through ; learned that of me. we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night.

P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three Bard. Will you give me money, captain ?

fingers on the ribs, bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Fal. Lay out, lay out.

Percy is already in the field. Bard. This bottle makes an angel.

Fal. What, is the king encamped ? Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labour ; and if it West. He is, sir John: I fear we shall stay too long. make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coinage. Fal. Well, Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Bard. I will, captain : farewell.

[Exit. Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. [Exeunt. Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a

SCENE III.—The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. soused gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Vernon. soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I pressed Hot. We'll fight with him to-night. me none but good householders, yeomen's sons : in- Wor.

It may not be. quired me out contracted bachelors, such as had been Doug. You give him, then, advantage. asked twice on the bans; such a commodity of warm Ver.

Not a whit. slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum; such as Hot. Why say you so ? looks he not for supply? fear the report of a caliver, worse than a struck fowl, Ver. So do we. or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such Hot.

His is certain, ours is doubtful. toasts and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd: stir not to-night. than pins' heads, and they have bought out their ser- Ver. Do not, my lord. vices; and now my whole charge consists of ancients, Doug.

You do not counsel well. corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves You speak it out of fear, and a cold heart. as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life, glutton's dogs licked his sores; and such as, indeed, And I dare well maintain it with my life, were never soldiers, but discarded unjust serving men, If well-respected honour bid me on, younger sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and I hold as little counsel with weak fear, ostlers trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm world, and a As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives : long peace; ten times more dishonourable ragged than Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle, an old pieced ancient: and such have I, to fill up the Which of us fears. rooms of them that have bought out their services, that Doug.

Yea, or to-night. you would think that I had a hundred and fifty tat- Ver.

Content. tered prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, from Hot. To-night, say I. eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the Ver.

Come, come, it may not be. way, and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and I wonder much, pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such Being men of such great leading as you are, scarecrows. I'll not march through Coventry with That you foresee not what impediments them, that's flat :-nay, and the villains ' march wide Drag back our expedition : certain horse betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up: had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt | Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day;

And now their pride and mettle is asleep,


Then, to the point. Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, In short time after he depos'd the king; That not a horse is half the half himself.

Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life; Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,

And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state ; In general, journey-bated, and brought low;

To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March The better part of ours are full of rest.

(Who is, if every owner were well plac'd, Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours: Indeed his king) to be engag'd in Wales, For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.

There without ransom to lie forfeited; [The Trumpet sounds a parley. Disgrac'd me in my happy victories; Enter Sir Walter Blunt.

Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, Rated my uncle from the council-board;
If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.


my father from the court; Hot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; and would to God Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong, You were of our determination !

And, in conclusion, drove us to seek out Some of us love you well; and even those some This bead of safety; and, withal, to pry | Envy your great deservings, and good name,

Into his title, the which we find Because you are not of our quality,

Too indirect for long-continuance. But stand against us like an enemy.

Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king ? Blunt. And God defend but still I should stand so, Hot. Not so, sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile. So long as out of limit and true rule,

Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
You stand against anointed majesty.

Some surety for a safe return again,
But, to my charge. The king hath sent to know And in the morning early shall mine uncle
The nature of your griefs; and whereupon

Bring himn our purposes; and so farewell.
You conjure from the breast of civil peace

Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and love. Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land

Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Audacious cruelty? If that the king


'Pray God you do! [Exeunt. Have any way your good deserts forgot,

SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's Which he confesseth to be manifold,

He bids you name your griefs, and with all speed,
You shall have your desires with interest,

Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michael. And pardon absolute for yourself, and these,

Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief, Herein misled by your suggestion.

With winged haste to the lord marshal : Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. To whom they are directed. If you knew My father, with my uncle, and myself,

How much they do import, you would make haste. Did give him that same royalty he wears;

Sir M. My good lord, And when he was not six-and-twenty strong, I guess their tenour. Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,


Like enough, you do. A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,

To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, My father gave him welcome to the shore:

Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men And, when he heard him swear, and vow to God, Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury, He came but to be duke of Lancaster,

As I am truly given to understand, | To sue his livery, and beg his peace,

The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,

Meets with lord Harry: and, I fear, sir Michael, My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd,

What with the sickness of Northumberland, Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too.

Whose power was in the first proportion,
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,

Who with them was a rated sinew too,
The more and less came in with cap and knee; And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies,
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,

I fear, the power of Percy is too weak
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,

To wage an instant trial with the king. Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, Sir M. Why, my good lord, you need not fear; Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him, There is Douglas, and lord Mortimer. Even at the heels, in golden multitudes,

Arch. No, Mortimer is not there. He presently, as greatness knows itself,

Sir M. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Steps me a little higher than his vow

Made to my father, while his blood was poor, And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg;

Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform

Arch. And so there is; but yet the king hath drawn Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees,

The special head of all the land together : That lie too heavy on the commonwealth ;

The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster,
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep

The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt,
Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face, And many more corrivals, and dear men
This seeming brow of justice, did he win

Of estimation and command in arms.
The hearts of all that he did angle for :

Sir M. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd. Proceeded farther; cut me off the heads

Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; Of all the favourites, that the absent king

And, to prevent the worst, sir Michael, speed; In deputation left behind him here,

For, if lord Percy thrive not, ere the king When he was personal in the Irish war.

Dismiss his power he means to visit us, Blunt. Tut! I came not to hear this.

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 so farewell, sir Michael.



ACT V. SCENE I.—The King's Camp near Shrewsbury.

And, from this swarm of fair advantages,

You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Prince John of To gripe the general sway into your hand;
Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt, and Sir John Fal- Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster,

And, being fed by us, you us'd us so
K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Above yond' husky hill: the day looks pale

Useth the sparrow, did oppress our nest,
At his distemperature.

Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk,
P. Hen.
The southern wind

That even our love durst not come near your sight, Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ;

For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing And by his hollow whistling in the leaves

We were enforc'd, for safety sake, to fly Foretels a tempest, and a blustering day.

Out of your sight, and raise this present head : K. Hen. Then, with the losers let it sympathise, Whereby we stand opposed by such means For nothing can seem foul to those that win.- As you yourself have forg'd against yourself,

[Trumpet sounds. By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,

And violation of all faith and troth
How now, my lord of Worcester! 'tis not well, Sworn to us in your younger enterprize.
you and I should meet upon such terms

K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulate,
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our trust, Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
And made us doff our easy robes of peace,

To face the garment of rebellion To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel :

With some fine colour, that may please the eye This is not well, my lord; this is not well.

Of fickle changelings, and poor discontents, What say you to it? will you again unknit

Which gape, and rub the elbow, at the news This churlish knot of all-abhorred war,

Of hurlyburly innovation : And move in that obedient orb again,

And never yet did insurrection want Where you did give a fair and natural light,

Such water-colours to impaint his cause; And be no more an exhal'd meteor,

Nor moody beggars, starving for a time A prodigy of fear, and a portent

Of pellmell havoc and confusion. Of broached mischief to the unborn times ?

P. Hen. In both our armies, there is many a soul Wor. Hear me, my liege.


full dearly for this encounter, For mine own part, I could be well content

If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, To entertain the lag-end of my life

The prince of Wales doth join with all the world With quiet hours; for, I do protest,

In praise of Henry Percy : by my hopes, I have not sought the day of this dislike.

This present enterprize set off his head, K. Hen. You have not sought it! say, how comes it I do not think, a braver gentleman, then ?

More active-valiant, or more valiant-young,
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. More daring, or more bold, is now alive
P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace !

To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
Wor. It pleas'd your majesty, to turn your looks For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
Of favour, from myself, and all our house ;

I have a truant been to chivalry,
And yet I must remember you, my lord,

And so, I hear, he doth account me too;
We were the first and dearest of your friends. Yet this before my father's majesty :
For you my staff of office did I break

I am content, that he shall take the odds
In Richard's time; and posted day and night Of his great name and estimation,
To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, And will, to save the blood on either side,
When yet you were in place, and in account, Try fortune with him in a single fight.
Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.

K. Hen. And, prince of Wales, so dare we venture It was myself, my brother, and his son,

thee. That brought you home, and boldly did outdare Albeit considerations infinite The dangers of the time. You swore to us,

Do make against it.—No, good Worcester, no, And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,

We love our people well; even those we love, That

you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state, That are misled upon your cousin's part; Nor claim no farther than your new-fall'n right, And, will they take the offer of our grace, The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster.

Both he, and they, and you, yea, every man
To this we swore our aid ; but, in short space, Shall be my friend again, and I'll be his.
It rain'd down fortune showering on your head, So tell your cousin, and bring me word
And such a flood of greatness fell on you,

What he will do; but if he will not yield,
What with our help, what with the absent king, Rebuke and dread correction wait on us,
What with the injuries of a wanton time,

And they shall do their office. So, be gone. The seeming sufferances that you had borne,

We will not now be troubled with reply : And the contrarious winds that held the king

We offer fair, take it advisedly. So long in his unlucky Irish wars,

[Exeunt WORCESTER and Vernon. That all in England did repute him dead :

P. Hen. It will not be accepted, on my life.

The Douglas and the Hotspur both together

By now forswearing that he is forsworn : Are confident against the world in arms.

He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge K. Hen. Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge, With haughty arms this hateful name in us. For, on their answer, will we set on them;

Re-enter Douglas. And God befriend us as our case is just!

Doug. Arm, gentlemen! to arms ! for I have thrown [Exeunt King, Blunt, and Prince John. A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth, Fal. Hal, if thou see me down in the battle, and And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did hear it, bestride me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.

Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on. P. Hen. Nothing but a colossus can do thee that Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the friendship. Say thy prayers, and farewell.

king, Fal. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. And, nephew, challenged you to single fight. P. Hen. Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit. Hot. O! would the quarrel lay upon our heads;

Fal. 'Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him And that no man might draw short breath to-day, before his day. What need I be so forward with him But I, and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me, that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour How show'd his tasking ? seem'd it in contempt? pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off Ver. No, by my soul : I never in my life when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a Did hear a challenge urg'd more modestly, leg? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief Unless a brother should a brother dare of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, To gentle exercise and proof of arms. then? No. What is honour? A word. What is in He gave you all the duties of a man, that word, honour? What is that honour ? Air. A Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue, trim reckoning !-Who hath it? He that died o' Wed Spoke your deservings like a chronicle, nesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Making you ever better than his praise, Is it insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it By still dispraising praise, valued with you; not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction And, which became him like a prince indeed, will not suffer it:-therefore, I'll none of it: honour is He made a blushing cital of himself; a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. [Exit. And chid his truant youth with such a grace, SCENE II.—The Rebel Camp.

As if he master'd then a double spirit,

Of teaching, and of learning, instantly.

There did he pause : but let me tell the world,
Wor. O, no! my nephew must not know, sir Richard, If he outlive the envy of this day,
The liberal kind offer of the king.

England did never owe so sweet a hope,
Ver. 'Twere best, he did.

So much misconstrued in his wantonness. Wor.

Then are we all undone. Hot. Cousin, I think thou art enamoured It is not possible, it cannot be,

Upon his follies : never did I hear The king should keep his word in loving us;

of any prince so wild o' liberty. He will suspect us still, and find a time

But be he as he will, yet once ere night To punish this offence in other faults :

I will embrace him with a soldier's arm, Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; That he shall shrink under my courtesy:For treason is but trusted like the fox,

Arm, arm, with speed !--- And, fellows, soldiers, Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd, and lock'd up,

friends, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.

Better consider what you have to do, Look how we can, or sad or merrily,

Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Interpretation will misquote our looks ;

Can lift your blood up with persuasion. And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

Enter a Messenger. The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.

Mess. My lord, here are letters for you.
My nephew's trespass may be well forgot,

Hot. I cannot read them now.-
It hath the excuse of youth, and heat of blood; O gentlemen! the time of life is short;
And an adopted name of privilege,

To spend that shortness basely, were too long,
A hare-braind Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen. If life did ride upon a dial's point,
All his offences live upon my head,

Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
And on his father's: we did train him on;

An if we live, we live to tread on kings; And, his corruption being ta'en from us,

If die, brave death, when princes die with us. We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.

Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair, Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know

When the intent of bearing them is just. In any case the offer of the king.

Enter another Messenger. Ver. Deliver what you will, i'll say, 'tis so.

Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes Here comes your cousin.

арасе. . Enter Hotspur and Douglas; Officers and Soldiers, Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, behind.

For I profess not talking. Only this, Hot. My uncle is return'd:-Deliver up

Let each man do his best : and here draw I
My lord of Westmoreland.Uncle, what news ? A sword, whose temper I intend to stain

Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. With the best blood that I can meet withal
Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. In the adventure of this perilous day.
Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Now,-Esperance !-- Percy !-and set on!-
Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. [Exit. Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. And by that music let us all embrace ;
Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid !

'Fore heaven and earth, some of us never shall Wor. I told him gently of our grievances,

A second time do such a courtesy. Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus;

[The Trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt.


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