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theft hath already made thee butter; but tell me, Jack, whose fellows are there that come after?,

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
P. Henry. I did never see such pitiful rascals.

Fal. Tut, tut, good enough to toss: food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pitz 'as well as better; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men. This

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.

P. Henry. No, I'H be sworn, 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 ? 5??!! Weft. He is, Sir John: I fear, we shall Ray too long.

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

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Changes to SHREWS BURY. Enter Hot-spur, Worcester, Dowglas, and Vernon. Hot. 7 E'LL fight with him to-night.

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Dowg. You give him then advantage.
Ver. Not a whit.
Hot. Why say you fo? looks he not for supply?
Ver. So do we.
Hot. He is certain, ours is doubtful.
Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd: ftir not to-night.
Ver. Do not, my lord.

Dowg. You do not counsel 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 counsel with weak fear,
As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives.
Let it be seen to-morrow in the battel,
Which of us fears.

Dowg. 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 alleep,
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
That not a horse is half half of himself.

Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,
In gen'ral, 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, stay till all come in.

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Come with gracious Offers from the King,

If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respec. 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 deservings, and good name, Because you are not of our quality; But stand against us like an enemy. Blunt. And heav'n defend, but still I should stand fo,


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So long as out of limit, and true rule,
You stand against anointed Majesty!
But, to my Charge-The King hath fent to know
The nature of your griefs, and whereupon ***

You conjure from the breast of civil peape
Such bold hoftility, teaching his dutious Land,
Audacious cruelty. If that the King 15.15 ist i
Have any way your good deserts forgot,
Which he confeffeth to be manifold, ! :-)jk
He bids you name your griefs :..and with all speed
You shall have your desires, with intereft: 1
And pardon absolute for yourself, and thefed :
Herein mif-led 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, 1.1
Did give him that fanie Royalty he wears : si
And when he was not fix and twenty strong, E. (T.
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, oril,
А A poor unminded Out-law, sneaking home,
My father gave him welcome to the Thore:
And when we heard him swear, and vow to God, 11
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, 147girl
Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too. 3 i bisa
Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realmir'i
Perceiv’d, Northumberland did leán to him,
They, more and less, came in with cap and knee;
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
Attended him on bridges, stood in laneszor! 111
Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths, ..')
Gave him their heirs, as pages following him cuti
Even at the heels, in golden multitudes. 3.11
He presently, as Greatness knows itself, I!!!*19

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 Ravenspurg:
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain Edicts, and some strait 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 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 Fay'rites that the absent King
In Deputation left behind him here,
When be was personal in the Irish war.

Blunt. I came not to bear 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, tafkd the whole State. To make that worse, fuffer'd his kinsman 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: Disgrac*d me in my happy Victories, Sought to entrap me by intelligence, Rated my uncle from the Council-board, In sage dismissd my father from the Court, Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong, And in conclufion drove us to seek out This head of safety, and withal 10 pry Into his Title too, the which we find Too indirect for long continuance.

Blunt, Shall I return this answer to the King ?

Hot., Sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile : Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd Some functy for a safe return again; And in the morning early shall my uncle Bring him our purposes and so farewel.

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


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Blunt. Pray heav'n, you do!


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York. H Wie winged halt to the Lord Marelhal ;

Changes to the Archbishop of York's Palace. Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michell.

FIE, good Sir Michell, bear this sealed brief

With This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest 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
Must bide the touch. For, Sir, at Shrewsbury,
As I am truly giv'n to understand,
The King, with mighty and quick-raised power,
Meets with lord Harry; and, I fear, Sir Michell,
What with the sickness of Northumberland,
Whose pow'r 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 pow'r of Percy is too weak,
To wage an instant 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 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,

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