And now their pride and mettle is asleep, Hot. So are the horses of the enemy Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours; For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in. If [The trumpet sounds a parley. Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, you vouchsafe me hearing and respect. Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt ; and would to God You were of our determination! Some of us love you well; and even those some But stand against us like an enemy. Blunt. And God 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 Have any way your good deserts forgot, He bids you name your griefs, and, with all speed And pardon absolute for yourself and these Hot. The king is kind; and well we know the king Knows at what time to promise, when to pay. Did give him that same royalty he wears; And when he heard him swear and vow to God, To sue his livery and beg his peace, With tears of innocence and terms of zeal, Perceived Northumberland did lean to him, The more and less came in with cap and knee; Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, Laid gifts before him, proffered him their oaths, Hot. And, in the neck of that, tasked the whole state: In rage 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 impawned Some surety for a safe return again, Blunt. I would you would accept of grace and love. Hot. And, may be, so we shall. Blunt. 'Pray God, you do! [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's House. Enter the Archbishop of YORK and Sir MICHAEL. Arch. Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief With winged haste to the lord marshal; This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest How much they do import, you would make haste. guess their tenor. I Arch. Like enough, you do. To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men As I am truly given to understand, The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael, What with the sickness of Northumberland, Whose power was in the first proportion, And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence, |