York. A Room in the ARCHBISHOP'S Palace. |
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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. |
Sir M. My good lord, |
I guess their tenour. |
Arch. Like enough you do. |
To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day |
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men |
Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury, |
As I am truly given to understand, |
The king with mighty and quick-raised power |
Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael, |
What with the sickness of Northumberland,— |
Whose power was in the first proportion,— |
And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence, |
Who with them was a rated sinew too, |
And comes not in, o'er-rul'd 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 the Douglas and Lord Mortimer. |
Arch. No, Mortimer is not there. |
Sir M. 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, |
The noble Westmoreland, and war-like Blunt; |
And many moe corrivals and dear men |
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 worse, 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. |
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