The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. |
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Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON. |
Hot. We'll fight with him to-night. |
Wor. It may not be. |
Doug. You give him then advantage. |
Ver. Not a whit. |
Hot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply? |
Ver. So do we. |
Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful. |
Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd: stir not tonight. |
Doug. You do not counsel well: |
You speak it out of fear and cold heart. |
Ver Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,— |
And I dare well maintain it with my life,— |
If well-respected honour bid me on, |
I hold as little counsel with weak fear |
As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives: |
Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle |
Which of us fears. |
Doug. Yea, or to-night. |
Ver. Content. |
Hot. To-night, say I. |
Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much, |
Being men of such great leading as you are, |
That you foresee not what impediments |
Drag back our expedition: certain horse |
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up: |
Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day; |
And now their pride and mettle is asleep, |
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, |
That not a horse is half the half of himself. |
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy |
In general, journey-bated and brought low: |
The better part of ours are full of rest. |
Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours: |
For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in. [The trumpet sounds a parley. |
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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 |
The nature of your griefs, and whereupon |
You conjure from the breast of civil peace |
Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land |
Audacious cruelty. If that the king |
Have any way your good deserts forgot,— |
Which he confesseth to be manifold,— |
He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed |
You shall have your desires with interest, |
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 |
Did give him that same royalty he wears; |
And when he was not six-and-twenty strong, |
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, |
A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home, |
My father gave him welcome to the shore; |
And when he heard him swear and vow to God |
He came but to be Duke of Lancaster, |
To sue his livery and beg his peace, |
With tears of innocency and terms of zeal, |
My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd, |
Swore him assistance and perform'd it too. |
Now when the lords and barons of the realm |
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, |
The more and less came in with cap and knee; |
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages, |
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, |
Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, |
Gave him their heirs as pages, follow'd him |
Even at the heels in golden multitudes. |
He presently, as greatness knows itself, |
Steps me a little higher than his vow |
Made to my father, while his blood was poor, |
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh; |
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform |
Some certain edicts and some strait decrees |
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth, |
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep |
Over his country's wrongs; and by this face, |
This seeming brow of justice, did he win |
The hearts of all that he did angle for; |
Proceeded further; cut me off the heads |
Of all the favourites that the absent king |
In deputation left behind him here, |
When he was personal in the Irish war. |
Blunt. Tut, I came not to hear this. |
Hot. Then to the point. |
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 engag'd in Wales, |
There without ransom 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? |
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 |
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 God, you do! [Exeunt. |
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