Hot.
We'll fight with him to night.

Wor.
It may not be.

Dowg.
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.

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

Ver.
Do me no slander, Dowglas; 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.

Dowg.
Yea, or to night.

Ver.
Content.

Hot.
To night, say I.

Ver.
Come, come, it may not be: I wonder much,
Being men of ^{2 note}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,
That not a horse is half half of himself.

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 God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in. [The trumpets sound a parley.

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