22212028Per. Wel said my noble Scot, if speaking truth

22222029In this fine age were not thought flattery,

22232030Such attribution should the Douglas haue,

22242031As not a souldior of this seasons stampe,

22252032Should go so generall currant through the world

22262033By God, I cannot flatter, I do defie

22272034The tongues of soothers, but a brauer place

22282035In my harts loue hath no man then your selfe,

22292036Nay taske me to my word, approue me Lord.

22302037Doug. Thou art the King of honor,

22312038No man so potent breaths vpon the ground,

22322039But I will beard him. Enter one with letters.

22342040Per. Do so, and tis wel. What letters hast thou there?

22352041I can but thanke you.

22362042Mes. These letters come from your father.

22372043Per. Letters from him, why comes he not himselfe?

22392044Mes. He cannot come my lord, he is grieuous sicke.

22412045Per. Zounds, how has he the leisure to be sicke

22422046In such a iustling time, who leads his power?

22432047Vnder whose gouernment come they along?

22442048Mes. His letters beares his mind, not I my mind.

22452049Wor. I preethe tel me, doth he keepe his bed?

22462050Mes. He did my Lord, foure daies ere I set forth,

22472051And at the time of my departure thence,

22482052He was much fearde by his Phisitions.

22492053Wor. I would the state of time had first been whole,

22502054Eare he by sicknesse had bin visited,

22512055His health was neuer better worth then now.

22522056Per. Sicke now, droupe now, this sicknes doth infect

22532057The very life bloud of our enterprise,

22542058Tis catching hither euen to our campe,

22552059He writes me here that inward sicknesse,

22562060And that his friends by deputation

22572061Could not so soone be drawn, nor did he thinke it meet

22582062To lay so dangerous and deare a trust

22592063On any soule remoou'd but on his own,

22602064Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement,

22612065That with our small coniunction we should on,

22622066To see how fortune is disposd to vs,

22632067For as he writes there is no quailing now,

22642068Because the king is certainly possest

22652069Of al our purposes, what say you to it?

22662070Wor. Your fathers sicknesse is a maime to vs.

22672071Per. A perillous gash, a very limbe lopt off,

22682072And yet in faith it is not, his present want

22692073Seemes more then we shal find it: were it good

22702074To set the exact wealth of al our states

22712075Al at one cast? to set so rich a maine

22722076On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre?

22732077It were not good for therein should we read

H1. The

22742078The very bottome and the soule of hope,

22752079The very list, the very vtmost bound

22762080Of all our fortunes.

22772081Doug. Faith, and so we should,

22782082Where now remaines a sweet reuersion,

22792083We may boldly spend vpon the hope of what tis to come in,

22812084A comfort of retirement liues in this.

22822085Per. A randeuous, a home to flie vnto

22832086If that the Diuel and mischance looke big

22842087Vpon the maidenhead of our affaires.

22852088Wor. But yet I would your father had bin heere:

22862089The quality and haire of our attempt

22872090Brookes no deuision, it will be thought

22882091By some that know not why he is away,

22892092That wisedome, loialty, and meere dislike

22902093Of our proceedings kept the Earle from hence,

22912094And thinke how such an apprehension

22922095May turne the tide of fearefull faction,

22932096And breed a kind of question in our cause:

22942097For wel you know we of the offring side

22952098Must keepe aloofe from strict arbitrement,

22962099And stop al sight-holes euery loope from whence

22972100The eie of reason may prie in vpon vs,

22982101This absence of your fathers drawes a curtain

22992102That shewes the ignorant a kind of feare

23002103Before not dreamt of.

23012104Per. You straine too far.

23022105I rather of his absence make this vse,

23032106It lends a lustre and more great opinion,

23042107A larger dare to our great enterprise

23052108Then if the Earle were here, for men must thinke

23062109If we without his helpe can make a head

23072110To push against a kingdome, with his helpe

23082111We shal oreturne it topsie turuy down,

23092112Yet all goes well yet all our ioints are whole.

23102113Doug. As hart can thinke, there is not such a word

23112114Spoke of in Scotland as this tearme of feare.

23142116Per. My coosen Vernon, welcom by my soule.

23152117Ver. Pray God my newes be worth a welcome lord,

23162118The Earle of Westmerland seuen thousand strong

23172119Is marching hetherwards, with him prince Iohn.

23182120Per. No harme, what more?

23192121Ver. And further I haue learnd,

23202122The King himselfe in person is set forth,

23212123Or hetherwards intended speedily

23222124With strong and mighty preparation.

23232125Hot. He shal be welcome too: where is his sonne?

23252126The nimble footed madcap prince of Wales,

23262127And his Cumrades that daft the world aside

23272128And bid it passe?

23282129Ver. All furnisht al in Armes:

23292130All plumde like Estridges that with the wind

23302131Baited like Eagles hauing lately bathd,

23312132Glittering in golden coates like images,

23322133As ful of spirit as the month of May,

23332134And gorgeous as the sunne at Midsomer:

23342135Wanton as youthful goates wild as young buls,

23352136I saw yong Harry with his beuer on,

23362137His cushes on his thighs gallantly armde,

23372138Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,

23382139And vaulted with such ease into his seat,

23392140As if an Angel drop down from the clouds,

23402141To turne and wind a fiery Pegasus,

23412142And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

23422143Hot. No more, no more, worse then the sun in March,

23442144This praise doth nourish agues, let them come,

23452145They come like sacrifices in their trim,

23462146And to the fire-eyd maide of smoky war,

23472147Al hot and bleeding will we offer them,

23482148The mailed Mars shal on his altars sit

23492149Vp to the eares in bloud. I am on fire

23502150To heare this rich reprizal is so nigh,

23512151And yet not ours: Come let me tast my horse,

23522152Who is to beare me like a thunderbolt,

23532153Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales,

H2. Harry

23542154Harry to Harry shal hot horse to horse,

23552155Meete and neare part til one drop down a coarse,

23562156Oh that Glendower were come.

23572157Ver. There is more newes,

23582158I learnd in Worcester as I rode along,

23592159He can draw his power this fourteene daies.

23602160Doug. Thats the worst tidings that I heare of it.

23622161Wor. I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound.

23632162Hot. What may the kings whole battel reach vnto?

23652163Ver. To thirty thousand.

23662164Hot. Forty let it be,

23672165My father and Glendower being both away,

23682166The powers of vs may serue so great a day,

23692167Come let vs take a muster speedily,

23702168Doomes day is neare, die all, die merely.

23712169Doug. Talke not of dying, I am out of feare

23722170Of death or deaths hand for this one halfe yeare. Exeunt