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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 sent to know
The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
You conjure from the breast of civil peace
Such bold hostility, teaching his dutious Land
Audacious cruelty. If that the King
Have any way your good deserts forgot,
Which he confeffeth 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 mil-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,
Did give him that sanie Royalty he wears :
And when he was not fix and twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
A poor unminded Out-law, sneaking home,
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 sue his livery and beg his peace,
With tears of innocence and terms of zeal;
My father, in kind heart and pity' inov'd,
Swore him aslistance, and perform'd it too.
Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realm
Perceiv'd, Northumberland did lean to him,
They, 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 following 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 Ravenspurg :
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Soine 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 Fav rites that the absent King
In Deputation left behind him here,
When he was personal in the Irish war.
Blunt. I caine not to hear this.
Hot. Then, to the pointIn short time after, he depos’d the King, Soon after That depriv'd him of his life : And, in the neck of That, talk'd the whole State. To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March, (Who is, if every Owner were right plac'd, Indeed, his King) to be encag'd in Wales, There without ransom to lie forfeited: Disgrač'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 conclufion drove us to seek out This head of safety, and withal to pry Into his Title too, the which we find Too indirect for long continuance.
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the King ?
Hot. Noț so, Sir Walter; we'll withdraw awhile : Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd Some furety 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 !
be, so we shall. Blunt. Pray heay'n, you do!
Changes to the Archbishop of York's Palace.
Enter the Archbishop of York, and Sir Michell. York. H
I E. good Sir Michell, bear this sealed brief
With winged hast to the Lord Marelhal ; 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 Muft 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 lear, 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 finew too, And comes not in, o'er-ruld 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,
The noble Westmorland, and warlike Blunt;
And many more corrivals, and dear men
Of estimation and command in arms.
Sir Mich. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well
York. I hope no less: yet, needful 'tis to fear.
And to prevent the worst, Sir Michell, 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 ftrong against him:
Therefore make haste, I must go write again
To other friends; and so farewel, Sir Michell. [Exeunt.
The Camp at SHREWS BURY.
Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, Lord John of
Lancaster, Earl of Westmorland, Sir Walter Blunt,
OW bloodily the Sun begins to peer
busky hill! the day looks pale. At his distemperature.
P. Henry. The southern wind
Doch play the trumpet to his purposes,
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretels a tempeft, and a bluft'ring day,
K. Henry. Then with the losers let it sympathize,
For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
(The Trumpet founds. Enter Worcester, and Sir Richard Vernon. K. Henry. How now, my lord of Worster ? 'tis not well.
and I should meet upon such terms
As now we meet. You have deceiv'd our Trust
And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel :
This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
What fay you to't ? will you again unknit
This churlish knot of all-abhorred war,
And move in that obedient Orb again,
Where you did give a fair and natural light;
And be no more an exhal'd meteor,
A prodigy of fear, and a portent
Of broached mischief, to the unborn times ?
Wor. Hear me, my Liege:
For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag end of my
With quiet hours: for I do proteft,
I have not fought the day of this diffike.
K. Henry. You have not fought it, Sir; how comes
it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Henry. Peace, 'Chewet, peace.
Wor. It pleas'd your Majesty, to turn your looks Of favour from myself, and all our House; And yet I must remember you, my lord, We were the first and dearest of
frien is :
For you, my staff of office I did break
In Richard's time, and posted day and night
To meet you on the way,
your hand ;
When yet you were in place and in account
Nothing so strong and fortunate, as I:
It was myself, my brother, and his son,
That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare
The dangers of the time.
You swore to us,
(And you did swear that Oath at Doncasier.)
That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the State,
Nor claim no further than your new-fall’n Right;
The seat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster.
To this, we swear our aid: but in short space