theft hath already made thee butter but tell me, Jack, whofe fellows are these that come after?»

Fal. Mine, Hat, mine.

P. Henry. I did never see such pitiful rafcals.

Fal. Tut, tut, good enough to tofs: food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better; tufh, man, mortal men, mortal men.

Weft. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks, they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly.

Fal. Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that; and for their bareness, I am furé, they never learn'd that of me.

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P. Henry. No, I'll be fworn, unless you call three fingers on the ribs, bare. But, Sirrah, make häfte.' Percy is already in the field.

Fal. What, is the King encamp'd ? sio tvorb Weft. He is, Sir John: I fear, we fhall flay too long. Fal. Well,

The latter end of a fray, and beginning of a feaft, Fits a dull Fighter, and a keen Guest [Exeunt.

Enter Hot-fpur, Worcester, Dowglas, and Vernon. WE'LL fight with him to-night.

Hot.

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Wor. It may not be.

Dowg. You give him then advantage.

Ver. Not a whit.

Hot. Why say you fo? looks he not for fupply? Ver. So do we.

Hot. He is certain, ours is doubtful.

Wor. Good coufin, be advis'd: ftir not to-night. Ver. Do not, my lord.

Dowg. You do not counfel well;

You speak it out of fear, and from cold heart.
Ver. Do me no flander, Dowglas: by my life,

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And I dare well maintain it with my life,
If well-respected honour bid me on,
I hold as little counfel with weak fear,
As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives.
Let it be feen to-morrow in the battel,
Which of us fears.

Dowg. Yea, or to-night.
Ver. Content.

Hot. To-night, fay I.

Ver. Come, come, it may not be: I wonder much, Being men of fuch 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 horfe came but to day, And now their pride and mettle is asleep, Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, That not a horfe is half 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 Reft.

Wor. The number of the King's exceedeth ours: For God's fake, coufin, ftay till all come in.

Blunt.

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[The Trumpets found a Parley.

SCENE V.

Enter Sir Walter Blunt.

Come with gracious Offers from the King, If you vouchfafe 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 ev'n those some
Envy your great defervings, and good name,
Because you are not of our quality;

But ftand against us like an enemy.

Blunt. And heav'n defend, but ftill I should stand so,

So

So long as out of limit, and true rule,
You ftand against anointed Majesty!

But, to my Charge-The King hath fent to know The nature of your griefs, and whereupon a T You conjure from the breast of civil peape

Such bold hoftility, teaching his dutious Land
Audacious cruelty. If that the King an
Have any way your good deferts forgot,
Which he confeffeth to be manifold,

He bids you name your griefs and with all speed
You fhall have your defires, with intereft:
And pardon abfolute for yourself, and thefe, h
Herein mif-led by your fuggeftion

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Hot. The King is kind: and well we know, the King Knows at what time to promife, when to pay. My father and my uncle, and myself,

Did give him that fame Royalty he wears

And when he was not fix and twenty ftrong,

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, odh

A poor unminded Out-law, sneaking home, of al
My father gave him welcome to the shore:
And when we heard him swear, and vow to God,
He came to be but Duke of Lancaster,
To fue his livery and beg his peace,
With tears of innocence and terms of zeal;
My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd, 69
Swore him affiftance, and perform'd it toodi báð
Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realm in
Perceiv'd, Northumberland did lean to him,]

They, more and lefs, came in with cap and knee;
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,

Attended him on bridges, flood in lanes,o

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Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,; c)
Gave him their heirs, as pages following him (moż
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,

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Upon the naked fhore at Ravenfpurg:
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain Edicts, and fome ftrait Decrees,
That lay too heavy on the Common-wealth;
Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
Over his Country's wrongs; and by this face,
This feeming 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 Fav'rites that the absent King
In Deputation left behind him here,
When he was personal in the Irish war.
Blunt. I came not to hear this..
Hot, Then, to the point

In fhort time after, he depos'd the King,
Soon after That depriv'd him of his life:

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And, in the neck of That, tafk'd the whole State.
To make that worse, fuffer'd his kinfman Match,
(Who is, if every Owner were right plac'd,
Indeed, his King) to be encag'd in Wales,
There without ransom to lie forfeited:
Difgrac'd me in my happy Victories,
Sought to entrap me by intelligence,
Rated my uncle from the Council-board,
In rage difmifsd my father from the Court,
Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
And in conclufion drove us to feek out
This head of fafety and withal to pry
Into his Title too, the which we find
Too indirea for long continuance..

Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the King?
Hot. Not fo, Sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile:
Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd
Some furety for a fafe return again;
And in the morning early fhall my uncle
Bring him our purposes: and fo farewel.

Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love!

Hot.

Hot. It may be, fo we fhall.

Blunt. Pray heav'n, you do!

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Changes to the Archbishop of York's Palace.

Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michell.

York. H'With winged haft to the Lord Mareshal;

TIE, good Sir Michell, bear this fealed brief

This to my coufin Scroop, and all the reft
To whom they are directed; if you knew
How much they do import, you wou'd make hafte.
Sir Mich. My lord, I guess their tenour.
York. Like enough.

To-morrow, good Sir Michell, is a day,
Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
Muft bide the touch. For, Sir, at Shrewsbury,
As I am truly giv'n to understand,

The King, with mighty and quick-raifed power,
Meets with lord Harry; and, I fear, Sir Michell,
What with the fickness of Northumberland,
Whose pow'r was in the firft proportion;
And what with Owen Glendower's abfence thence,
Who with them was a rated finew too,
And comes not in, o'er-rul'd by prophecies;
I fear the pow'r of Percy is too weak,

To wage an inflant trial with the King.

Sir Mich. Why, my good lord, there's Dowglas, and lord Mortimer.

York. No, Mortimer is not there.

Sir Mich. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Harry Percy, And there's my lord of Worcester, and a head

Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

York. And fo there is: but yet the King hath drawn The fpecial head of all the Land together: The Prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster,

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