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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.
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.
SC E N E IV.
may not be
Changes to SHREWS BURY. Enter Hot-spur, Worcester, Dowglas, and Vernon. Hot. 7 E'LL fight with him to-night.
Dowg. You do not counsel well;
And I dare well maintain it with my life,
Dowg. Yea, or to-night.
Ver. Come, come, it may not be: I wonder much,
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,
Wor. The number of the King's exceedeth ours : For God's fake, coufin, stay till all come in.
[The Trumpets found a Parley.
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,
So long as out of limit, and true rule,
Hot. The King is kind: and well we know, the King
me a little higher than his vow...,
Upon the naked fhore at Ravenspurg:
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. Nou.fo, 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 !
S CE N E VI.
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.
, is a day,
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,