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He presently, as greatness knows itself,-
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Then, to the point.
Hot. 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 incag'd in Wales, There without ransome 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, the which we find
Too indirect for long continuance.
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king?
Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love. Hot. And, may be, so we shall.
'Pray heaven, you do!
SCENE IV.-York. A room in the Archbishop's house.
How much they do import, you would make haste.
I guess their tenor.
Like enough, you do.
To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day,
The king, with mighty and quick-raised power,
And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies,)—
I fear, the power of Percy is too weak
Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; there's
No, Mortimer's not there.
Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry
And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head
Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn The special head of all the land together;— The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt; And many more cor-rivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command in arms.
Gent. 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
SCENE I.-The King's camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter King HENRY, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN of Lancaster, Sir Walter BLUNT, and Sir JOHN FAL
K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer
The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathize;
Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
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
With quiet hours; for, I do protest,
I have not sought the day of this dislike.
K. Hen. You have not sought for 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,