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Sir M. Why, my good lord, you need not fear;
there's Douglas And Mortimer.
Arch. No, Mortimer 's not there.
drawn The special head of all the land together ;The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster, The noble Westmoreland, and warlike Blunt, And many more corrivals and dear men Of estimation and command in arms. Sir M. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well
opposed. Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 't is to fear; And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed : For, if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king Dismiss his power, he means to visit us, For he hath heard of our confederacy,– And 't is but wisdom to make strong against him : Therefore, make haste. I must go write again To other friends, and so farewell, Sir Michael.
[ExPunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-The King's Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter King HENRY, Prince HENRY, Prince JOHN
of LANCASTER, Sir WALTER Blunt, and Sir
John FALSTAFF. K. Hen. How bloodily the sun begins to peer Above yon bosky hill! the day looks pale At hiş distemperature. P. Hen.
The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes ; And by his hollow whistling in the leaves Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathise, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
Enter WORCESTER and VERNON.
and I should meet upon such terms
What say you to it? will you again unknit
Wor. Hear me, my liege.
it then ? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace !
Wor. It pleased your majesty to turn your looks Of favour from myself and all our house ; And yet I must remember you, my lord, We were the first and dearest of
That brought you home, and boldly did outdare
You swore to us,
did swear that oath at Doncaster, That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state, Nor claim no further than your new-fallen right, The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster: To this we swore our aid. But in short space It rained down fortune showering on your And such a flood of greatness fell on you, What with our help, what with the absent king, What with the injuries of a wanton time, The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
, And the contrarious winds that held the king So long in his unlucky Irish wars That all in England did repute him dead : And, from this swarm of fair advantages, You took occasion to be quickly wooed To gripe the general sway into your hand ; Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster; And, being fed by us, you used us so As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, Useth the sparrow,—did oppress our nesc, Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, That even our love durst not come near your sight For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly
Out of your sight and raise this present head;
and rub the elbow at the news
P. Hen. In both our armies there is many a soul