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 The rebel camp near Shrewsbury. 
 Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON 
    HOTSPUR 
We’ll fight with him to-night.
 
    EARL OF WORCESTER 
                                It may not be.
 
    EARL OF DOUGLAS 
You give him then the advantage.
 
    VERNON 
                                        Not a whit.
 
    HOTSPUR 
Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
 
    VERNON 
So do we.
 
    HOTSPUR 
                His is certain, ours is doubtful.
 
    EARL OF WORCESTER 
Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.
 
    VERNON 
Do not, my lord.
 
    EARL OF DOUGLAS 
                        You do not counsel well: 
You speak it out of fear and cold heart.
 
    VERNON 
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 this day lives:— 
Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle 
Which of us fears.
 
    EARL OF DOUGLAS 
                        Yea, or to-night.
 
    VERNON 
                                        Content.
 
    HOTSPUR 
To-night, say I.
 
    VERNON 
Come, come it nay 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 today; 
And now their pride and mettle is asleep, 
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, 
That not a horse is half the half of himself.
 
    HOTSPUR 
So are the horses of the enemy 
In general, journey-bated and brought low: 
The better part of ours are full of rest.
 
    EARL OF WORCESTER 
The number of the king exceedeth ours: 
For God’s sake. cousin, stay till all come in.
 
 The trumpet sounds a parley 
 Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT 
    SIR WALTER BLUNT 
I come with gracious offers from the king, 
If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
 
    HOTSPUR 
Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God 
You were of our determination! 
Some of us love you well; and even those some 
Envy your great deservings and good name, 
Because you are not of our quality, 
But stand against us like an enemy.
 
    SIR WALTER 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 
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.
 
    HOTSPUR 
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 outlaw sneaking home, 
My father gave him welcome to the shore; 
And when he heard him swear and vow to God 
He came but to be Duke of Lancaster, 
To sue his livery and beg his peace, 
With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,— 
My father, in kind heart and pity moved, 
Swore him assistance and perform’d it too. 
Now when the lords and barons of the realm 
Perceived Northumberland did lean to him, 
The more and less came in with cap and knee; 
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages, 
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes, 
Laid gifts before him, proffer’d him their oaths, 
Gave him their heirs, as pages follow’d 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 Ravenspurgh; 
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform 
Some certain edicts and some strait decrees 
That lie 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 favourites that the absent king 
In deputation left behind him here, 
When he was personal in the Irish war.
 
    SIR WALTER BLUNT 
Tut, I came not to hear this.
 
    HOTSPUR 
                                Then to the point. 
In short time after, he deposed the king; 
Soon after that, deprived 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 well placed, 
Indeed his king,—to be engaged in Wales, 
There without ransom to lie forfeited; 
Disgraced me in my happy victories, 
Sought to entrap me by intelligence; 
Rated mine 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, the which we find 
Too indirect for long continuance.
 
    SIR WALTER BLUNT 
Shall I return this answer to the king?
 
    HOTSPUR 
Not so, Sir Walter: we’ll withdraw awhile. 
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 farewell.
 
    SIR WALTER BLUNT 
I would you would accept of grace and love.
 
    HOTSPUR 
And may be so we shall.
 
    SIR WALTER BLUNT 
                        Pray God you do.
 
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