Hot. To-night, say I. Content. Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much, Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours: [The trumpet sounds a parley. Enter SIR WALTER BLUnt. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, If you vouchsafe 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 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 God 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 You conjure from the breast of civil peace Such bold hostility; teaching his duteous land Have any way your good deserts forgot, Which he confesseth to be manifold, He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed 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 A My father gave him welcome to the shore; To sue his livery and beg his peace, With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,- Then to the point. In short time after, he depos'd the king; And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state: Indeed his king,-to be incag'd in Wales, Rated my uncle from the council-board; Into his title, 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 awhile. 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 Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and love. Blunt. SCENE IV.-YORK. Pray God you do! [Exeunt. A Room in the ARCHBISHOP's House. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, and SIR MICHAEL. Arch. Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief With winged haste to the lord marshal; This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest To whom they are directed. If you knew How much they do import, you would make haste. guess their tenor. I Arch. Like enough you do. To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, Whose power was in the first proportion, And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,- And comes not in, o'erruled by prophecies, I fear the power of Percy is too weak To wage an instant trial with the king. Sir M. Why, my good lord, you need not fear; there is And Lord Mortimer. Arch. No, Mortimer is not there. [Douglas, Sir M. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy, And there is my Lord of Worcester; and a head Arch. And so there is; but yet the king hath drawn The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; Of estimation and command in arms. Sir M. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd. Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, 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 haste. I must go write again To other friends; and so, farewell, Sir Michael. [Exeunt severally. ACT V. SCENE I.-The KING'S Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and SIR JOHN FALSTAFF. K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon bosky hill! the day looks pale At his distemperature. P. Hen. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize, [Trumpet sounds. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well This churlish knot of all-abhorred war? Where you did give a fair and natural light; Of broached mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content With quiet hours; for, I do protest, I have not sought the day of this dislike. K. Hen. You have not sought it! 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 In Richard's time; and posted day and night It was myself, my brother, and his son, |