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