Have any way your good deserts forgot,- He bids you name your griefs; and, with all speed, And pardon absolute for yourself, and these, Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. Did give him that same royalty he wears: With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,— Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, The delivery of his lands. 7 The greater and the less. Made to my father, while his blood was poor, Hot. And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state: This head of safety; and, withal, to pry 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 mine 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! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. York. A Room in the Archbishop's House, Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael? bear this sealed brief, With winged haste, to the lord mareshal; How much they do import, you would make haste. I guess their tenor. Arch. Like enough, you do. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, 8 Letter. 8 And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence, (Who with them was a rated sinew too,9 And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies,)- To wage an instant trial with the king. Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; there's Douglas, And Mortimer. Arch. No, Mortimer's not there. Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Percy, 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, 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. 9 A strength on which we reckoned. 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 busky' 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; For nothing can seem foul to those that win.— Trumpet. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. 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 doff2 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 |