Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)
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Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Doug:Vernon.
2460Hot. Weele fight with him to night.
¶Wor. It may not be.
¶Doug. You giue him then aduantage.
¶Ver. Not a whit.
2465Ver. So do we.
¶Hot. His is certaine, ours is doubtful.
¶Ver. Do not my Lord.
2470You speake it out of feare, and cold hart.
¶And I dare well maintaine it with my life,
¶If well respected honor bid me on,
¶I hould as little counsell with weake feare,
2475As you my Lord, or any Scot that this day liues,
¶Let it be seene to morrow in the battell which of vs feares.
¶Doug. Yea or to night.
Ver. Content._
¶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 backe our expedition, certaine horse
2485Of my coosen Vernons are not yet come vp,
¶And now their pride and mettall is a sleepe,
¶Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
¶In generall iourney bated and brought low,
¶The better part of ours are full of rest.
¶Wor. The number of the King exceedeth our,
2495
The trumpet sounds a parley. Enter sir Walter Blunt.
¶Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
2500You were of our determination,
¶Enuy your great deseruings and good name,
¶Because you are not of our qualitie,
¶So long as out of limit and true rule
¶But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
2510The nature of your griefes and whereupon
¶You coniure from the breast of ciuill peace
¶Such bold hostilitie: teaching his dutious land
¶Audacious crueltie. If that the king
¶Haue any way your good deserts forgot
¶He bids you name your griefes, and with all speede,
2520Hot. The king is kind, and well we know the king
¶Knowes at what time to promise, when to pay:
¶My father, and my vncle, and my selfe,
¶Did giue him that same royaltie he weares,
¶Sicke in the worlds regard, wretched and low,
¶A poore vnminded outlaw sneaking home,
¶My father gaue him welcome to the shore:
¶And when he heard him sweare and vow to God,
2530He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
¶To sue his liuery, and beg his peace
¶With teares of innocencie, and tearmes of zeale,
¶My father in kinde heart and pitie mou'd,
2535Now when the Lords and Barons of the realme,
¶Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him,
¶Met him in Borroughs, Cities, Villages,
¶Attended him on bridges, stoode in lanes,
2540Laid gifts before him, profferd him their oathes,
¶Gaue him their heires, as Pages followed him,
¶Euen at the heeles, in golden multitudes,
¶Steps me a little higher then his vow
2545Made to my father while his blood was poore
¶And now forsooth takes on him to reforme
¶That lie too heauie on the Common-wealth,
¶Ouer his Countrey wrongs, and by this face
¶The hearts of all that he did angle for:
¶Proceeded further, cut me off the heads
2555Of all the fauourits that the absent king
¶In deputation left behind him here,
¶Blunt. Tut, I came not to heare this.
¶Hot. Then to the poynt.
¶Soone after that depriu'd him of his life,
¶(Who is if euerie owner were well plac'd
2565Indeed his king) to be ingagde in Wales,
¶There without raunsome to lie forfeited,
¶Disgrac't me in my happy victories,
¶Sought to intrap me by intelligence,
¶Rated mine vnkle from the counsell boord,
¶Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
¶This head of safetie, and withall to prie
¶Into his title, the which we find
2575Too indirect for long continuance.
¶Go to the king, and let there be impawnde
¶And in the morning early shal mine vnkle
¶Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and loue.
2585Blunt. Pray God you do.
