Hot.
We'll fight with him, to-night.

Wor.
It may not be.

Dou.
You give him then advantage.

Ver.
Not a whit.

Hot.
Why say you so? looks he not for supply?

Ver.
So do we.

Hot.
He is certain, ours is doubtful.

Wor.
Good cousin, be advis'd; stir not, to-night.

Ver.
Do not, my Lord.

Dou.
You do not counsel well;
You speak it out of fear, and from cold heart.

Ver.
Do me no slander, Douglas. By my life,
And I dare well maintain it with my life,
If well-respected honour bid me on,
I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
As you, my Lord, or any Scot that lives:
Let it be seen, to-morrow, in the battle,
Which of us fears.

Dou.
Yea, or to-night.

Ver.
Content.

Hot.
To-night, say I* ^note

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 back our expedition: certain horse
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up;
Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day,
And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull.

Hot.
So are the horses of the enemy,
In gen'ral, journey-bated, and brought low:
The better part of ours are full of rest.

Wor.
The number of the King's exceedeth ours.
For heaven's sake, cousin, stay till all come in. [The trumpet sounds a parley. Enter Sir Walter Blunt.

Blunt.
I come with gracious offers from the King,
If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.

Hot.
Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to heaven
You were of our determination:
Some of us love you well; and ev'n those some
Envy your great deservings, and good name,

Because you are not of our quality,
But stand against us like an enemy.

Blunt.
And heaven defend but still I should stand so,
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 duteous land
Audacious cruelty. If that the King
Have any way your good deserts forgot,
Which he confesseth 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 misled by your suggestion* ^note.

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 same royalty he wears;
And when he was not six-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 heaven,
He came to be but Duke of Lancaster,
My father. in kind heart and pity mov'd,
Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too.
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm
Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,
They, more or less, came in with cap and knee;
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages;
Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
As pages followed 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
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees,
That lay too heavy on the commonwealth;
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 of the absent King,
In deputation left behind him here,
When he was personal in the Irish war* ^note.

Blunt.
I came not to hear this.

Hot.
Then, to the point—
In short time after, he depos'd the King;
Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life;
And, in the neck of that, task'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 engag'd in Wales,
There without ransom to lie forfeited;
Disgrac'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 conclusion, 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.
Not so, Sir Walter; we'll withdraw, a while.
Go to the King, and let there be impawn'd
Some surety 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!

Hot.
It may be so we shall.

Blunt.
Pray heaven, you do! [Exeunt.* ^note

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