Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL King. So shaken as we are, so wan with care, No more the thirsty entrance of this soil Did lately meet in the intestine shock Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear In forwarding this dear expedience. Westmoreland. My liege, this haste was hot in question, And many limits of the charge set down But yesternight: when all athwart there came 20 30 40 King. It seems then that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business for the Holy Land. Westmoreland. This match'd with other did, my gracious lord; For more uneven and unwelcome news Came from the north, and thus it did import: Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour, And shape of likelihood, the news was told; King. Here is a dear, a true-industrious friend, Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took To beaten Douglas, and the Earl of Athol, Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith; And is not this an honourable spoil? It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. King. Yea, there thou mak'st me sad and mak'st me sin In envy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the father to so blest a son, A son who is the theme of honour's tongue, Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. To his own use he keeps, and sends me word, I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife. 90 Westmoreland. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester, Malevolent to you in all aspects; Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up King. But I have sent for him to answer this; 100 Westmoreland. I will, my liege. [Exeunt. SCENE II. London. An Apartment of the Prince's. Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF. Falstaff. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? Prince. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack |