26062381And comes not in ouerrulde by prophecies,

26072382I feare the power of Percy is too weake

26082383To wage an instant triall with the king.

26092384Sir M. Why my good Lord, you need not feare,

26102385There is Douglas, and Lord Mortimer.

26112386Arch. No, Mortimer is not there.

26122387Sir M. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy.

26132388And there is my Lord of Worcester, and a head

26142389Of gallant warriours, noble gentlemen.

26162390Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn

26172391The speciall head of all the land togither,

26182392The Prince of Wales, Lord Iohn of Lancaster,

26192393The noble Westmerland, and warlike Blunt,

26202394And many mo coriuals and deare men

26212395Of estimation and command in armes.

26222396Sir M. Doubt not my Lo: they shalbe wel oppos'd.

26232397Arch. I hope no lesse, yet needfull tis to feare,

26242398And to preuent the worst, sir Mighell speed:

26252399For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the king

26262400Dismisse his power, he meanes to visit vs,

26272401For he hath heard of our confederacy,

26282402And tis but wisedome to make strong against him,

26292403Therefore make haste, I must go write againe

26302404To other friends, and so farewell sir Mighel.

26352407King. How bloudily the sunne begins to peare

26362408Aboue yon bulky hill, the day lookes pale

26372409At his distemprature.

26382410Prin. The Southren winde

26392411Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,

26402412And by his hollow whistling in the leaues

26412413Foretels a tempest and a blustring day.

26422414Kin. Then with the loosers let it simpathize,

26432415For nothing can seeme foule to those that winne.

26462417King. How now my Lord of Worcester, tis not wel,

26472418That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes