His Letters beares his minde, not I his minde.Wor.I prethee tell me, doth he keepe his Bed?Mess.He did, my Lord, foure dayes ere I set forth:And at the time of my departure thence,He was much fear'd by his Physician.Wor.
[2175]
I would the state of time had first beene whole,Ere he by sicknesse had beene visited:His health was neuer better worth then now.Hotsp.Sicke now? droope now? this sicknes doth infectThe very Life‑blood of our Enterprise,
[2180]
'Tis catching hither, euen to our Campe.He writes me here, that inward sicknesse,And that his friends by deputationCould not so soone be drawne: nor did he thinke it meet,To lay so dangerous and deare a trust
[2185]
On any Soule remou'd, but on his owne.Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement,That with our small coniunction we should on,To see how Fortune is dispos'd to vs:For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
[2190]
Because the King is certainely possestOf all our purposes. What say you to it?Wor.
Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs.
Hots.A perillous Gash, a very Limme lopt off:And yet, in faith, it is not his present want
[2195]
Seemes more then we shall finde it.Were it good, to set the exact wealth of all our statesAll at one Cast? To set so rich a mayneOn the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre,It were not good: for therein should we reade
[2200]
The very Bottome, and the Soule of Hope,The very List, the very vtmost BoundOf all our fortunes.Dowg.Faith, and so wee should,Where now remaines a sweet reuersion.
[2205]
We may boldly spend, vpon the hopeOf what is to come in:A comfort of retyrement liues in this.Hotsp.A Randeuous, a Home to flye vnto,If that the Deuill and Mischance looke bigge
[2210]
Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires.Wor.But yet I would your Father had beene here:The Qualitie and Heire of our AttemptBrookes no diuision: It will be thoughtBy some, that know not why he is away,
[2215]
That wisedome, loyaltie, and meere dislikeOf our proceedings, kept the Earle from hence.And thinke, how such an apprehensionMay turne the tyde of fearefull Faction,And breede a kinde of question in our cause:
[2220]
For well you know, wee of the offring side,Must keepe a loose from strict arbitrement,And stop all sight‑holes, euery loope, from whence The eye of reason may prie in vpon vs:This absence of your Father drawes a Curtaine,
[2225]
That shewes the ignorant a kinde of feare,Before not dreamt of.Hotsp.You strayne too farre.I rather of his absence make this vse:It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion,
[2230]
A larger Dare to your great Enterprize,Then if the Earle were here: for men must thinke,If we without his helpe, can make a HeadTo push aginst the Kingdome; with his helpe,We shall o're‑turne it topsie‑turuy downe:
[2235]
Yet all goes well yet all our ioynts are whole.
The bottom part of the letters on this line has been obscured by a paper strip covering
a tear in the page.
Dowg.As heart can thinke:There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland,At this Dreame of Feare.Enter Sir Richard Vernon.Hotsp.My Cousin
Vernon, welcome by my Soule.
Vern.
[2240]
Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord,The Earle of Westmerland, seuen thousand strong,Is marching hither‑wards, with Prince
Iohn.
Hotsp.No harme: what more?Vern.And further, I haue learn'd,
[2245]
The King himselfe in person hath set forth,Or hither‑wards intended speedily,With strong and mightie preparation.Hotsp.He shall be welcome too.Where is his Sonne,
[2250]
The nimble‑footed Mad‑Cap, Prince of Wales,And his Cumrades, that daft the World aside,And bid it passe?Vern.All furnisht, all in Armes,All plum'd like Estridges, that with the Winde
[2255]
Bayted like Eagles, hauing lately bath'd,Glittering in Golden Coates, like Images,As full of spirit as the Moneth of May,And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid‑summer,Wanton as youthfull Goates, wilde as young Bulls.
[2260]
I saw young
Harry with his Beuer on,
His Cushes on his thighes, gallantly arm'd,Rise from the ground like feathered
Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his Seat,As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds,
[2265]
To turne and winde a fierie
Pegasus,
And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship.Hotsp.No more, no more,Worse then the Sunne in March:This prayse doth nourish Agues: let them come.
[2270]
They come like Sacrifices in their trimme,And to the fire‑ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre,All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them:The mayled
Mars shall on his Altar sit
Vp to the eares in blood. I am on fire,
[2275]
To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh,And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horse,Who is to beare me like a Thunder‑bolt,Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales.Harry to
Harry, shall not Horse to Horse
[2280]
Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarse?Oh, that
Glendower were come.
Ver.There is more newes:I learned in Worcester, as I rode along,He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes.Dowg.
[2285]
That's the worst Tidings that I heare of
yet.
Wor.I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound.Hotsp.What may the Kings whole Battaile reach
unto?
Ver.
To thirty thousand.
Hot.Forty let it be,
[2290]
My Father and
Glendower being both away,
The powres of vs, may serue so great a day.Come, let vs take a muster speedily:Doomesday is neere; dye all, dye merrily.Dow.Talke not of dying, I am out of feare
[2295]
Of death, or deaths hand, for this one halfe yeare.Exeunt Omnes.Scena
Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 4, Scene 1]
Enter Harrie Hotspurre, Worcester,
and Dowglas.
Hot.Well said, my Noble Scot, if speaking truthIn this fine Age, were not thought flatterie,
[2150]
Such attribution should the
Dowglas haue,
As not a Souldiour of this seasons stampe,Should go so generall currant through the world.By heauen I cannot flatter: I defieThe Tongues of Soothers. But a Brauer place
[2155]
In my hearts loue, hath no man then your Selfe.Nay, taske me to my word: approue me Lord.Dow.Thou art the King of Honor:No man so potent breathes vpon the ground,But I will Beard him.Enter a Messenger.Hot.
[2160]
Do so, and 'tis well. What Letters hast there?
I can but thanke you.
Mess.
These Letters come from your Father.
Hot.Letters from him?Why comes he not himselfe?Mes.
[2165]
He cannot come, my Lord,He is greeuous sicke.Hot.How? haz he the leysure to be sicke now,In such a iustling time? Who leades his power?Vnder whose Go
uernment come they along?
Mess.
[2170]
His Letters beares his minde, not I his minde.Wor.I prethee tell me, doth he keepe his Bed?Mess.He did, my Lord, foure dayes ere I set forth:And at the time of my departure thence,He was much fear'd by his Physician.Wor.
[2175]
I would the state of time had first beene whole,Ere he by sicknesse had beene visited:His health was neuer better worth then now.Hotsp.Sicke now? droope now? this sicknes doth infectThe very Life‑blood of our Enterprise,
[2180]
'Tis catching hither, euen to our Campe.He writes me here, that inward sicknesse,And that his friends by deputationCould not so soone be drawne: nor did he thinke it meet,To lay so dangerous and deare a trust
[2185]
On any Soule remou'd, but on his owne.Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement,That with our small coniunction we should on,To see how Fortune is dispos'd to vs:For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
[2190]
Because the King is certainely possestOf all our purposes. What say you to it?Wor.
Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs.
Hots.A perillous Gash, a very Limme lopt off:And yet, in faith, it is not his present want
[2195]
Seemes more then we shall finde it.Were it good, to set the exact wealth of all our statesAll at one Cast? To set so rich a mayneOn the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre,It were not good: for therein should we reade
[2200]
The very Bottome, and the Soule of Hope,The very List, the very vtmost BoundOf all our fortunes.Dowg.Faith, and so wee should,Where now remaines a sweet reuersion.
[2205]
We may boldly spend, vpon the hopeOf what is to come in:A comfort of retyrement liues in this.Hotsp.A Randeuous, a Home to flye vnto,If that the Deuill and Mischance looke bigge
[2210]
Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires.Wor.But yet I would your Father had beene here:The Qualitie and Heire of our AttemptBrookes no diuision: It will be thoughtBy some, that know not why he is away,
[2215]
That wisedome, loyaltie, and meere dislikeOf our proceedings, kept the Earle from hence.And thinke, how such an apprehensionMay turne the tyde of fearefull Faction,And breede a kinde of question in our cause:
[2220]
For well you know, wee of the offring side,Must keepe a loose from strict arbitrement,And stop all sight‑holes, euery loope, from whence The eye of reason may prie in vpon vs:This absence of your Father drawes a Curtaine,
[2225]
That shewes the ignorant a kinde of feare,Before not dreamt of.Hotsp.You strayne too farre.I rather of his absence make this vse:It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion,
[2230]
A larger Dare to your great Enterprize,Then if the Earle were here: for men must thinke,If we without his helpe, can make a HeadTo push aginst the Kingdome; with his helpe,We shall o're‑turne it topsie‑turuy downe:
[2235]
Yet all goes well yet all our ioynts are whole.
The bottom part of the letters on this line has been obscured by a paper strip covering
a tear in the page.
Dowg.As heart can thinke:There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland,At this Dreame of Feare.Enter Sir Richard Vernon.Hotsp.My Cousin
Vernon, welcome by my Soule.
Vern.
[2240]
Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord,The Earle of Westmerland, seuen thousand strong,Is marching hither‑wards, with Prince
Iohn.
Hotsp.No harme: what more?Vern.And further, I haue learn'd,
[2245]
The King himselfe in person hath set forth,Or hither‑wards intended speedily,With strong and mightie preparation.Hotsp.He shall be welcome too.Where is his Sonne,
[2250]
The nimble‑footed Mad‑Cap, Prince of Wales,And his Cumrades, that daft the World aside,And bid it passe?Vern.All furnisht, all in Armes,All plum'd like Estridges, that with the Winde
[2255]
Bayted like Eagles, hauing lately bath'd,Glittering in Golden Coates, like Images,As full of spirit as the Moneth of May,And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid‑summer,Wanton as youthfull Goates, wilde as young Bulls.
[2260]
I saw young
Harry with his Beuer on,
His Cushes on his thighes, gallantly arm'd,Rise from the ground like feathered
Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his Seat,As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds,
[2265]
To turne and winde a fierie
Pegasus,
And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship.Hotsp.No more, no more,Worse then the Sunne in March:This prayse doth nourish Agues: let them come.
[2270]
They come like Sacrifices in their trimme,And to the fire‑ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre,All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them:The mayled
Mars shall on his Altar sit
Vp to the eares in blood. I am on fire,
[2275]
To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh,And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horse,Who is to beare me like a Thunder‑bolt,Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales.Harry to
Harry, shall not Horse to Horse
[2280]
Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarse?Oh, that
Glendower were come.
Ver.There is more newes:I learned in Worcester, as I rode along,He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes.Dowg.
[2285]
That's the worst Tidings that I heare of
yet.
Wor.I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound.Hotsp.What may the Kings whole Battaile reach
unto?
Ver.
To thirty thousand.
Hot.Forty let it be,
[2290]
My Father and
Glendower being both away,
The powres of vs, may serue so great a day.Come, let vs take a muster speedily:Doomesday is neere; dye all, dye merrily.Dow.Talke not of dying, I am out of feare
[2295]
Of death, or deaths hand, for this one halfe yeare.Exeunt Omnes.
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<l n="2165">He cannot come, my Lord,</l>
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<l n="2167">How? haz he the leysure to be sicke now,</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
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<l n="2171">I prethee tell me, doth he keepe his Bed?</l>
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<l n="2172">He did, my Lord, foure dayes ere I set forth:</l>
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<l n="2175">I would the state of time had first beene whole,</l>
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<l n="2178">Sicke now? droope now? this sicknes doth infect</l>
<l n="2179">The very Life‑blood of our Enterprise,</l>
<l n="2180">'Tis catching hither, euen to our Campe.</l>
<l n="2181">He writes me here, that inward sicknesse,</l>
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<l n="2185">On any Soule remou'd, but on his owne.</l>
<l n="2186">Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement,</l>
<l n="2187">That with our small coniunction we should on,</l>
<l n="2188">To see how Fortune is dispos'd to vs:</l>
<l n="2189">For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,</l>
<l n="2190">Because the King is certainely possest</l>
<l n="2191">Of all our purposes. What say you to it?</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
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<p n="2192">Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs.</p>
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<speaker rend="italic">Hots.</speaker>
<l n="2193">A perillous Gash, a very Limme lopt off:</l>
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<l n="2195">Seemes more then we shall finde it.</l>
<l n="2196">Were it good, to set the exact wealth of all our states</l>
<l n="2197">All at one Cast? To set so rich a mayne</l>
<l n="2198">On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre,</l>
<l n="2199">It were not good: for therein should we reade</l>
<l n="2200">The very Bottome, and the Soule of Hope,</l>
<l n="2201">The very List, the very vtmost Bound</l>
<l n="2202">Of all our fortunes.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
<speaker rend="italic">Dowg.</speaker>
<l n="2203">Faith, and so wee should,</l>
<l n="2204">Where now remaines a sweet reuersion.</l>
<l n="2205">We may boldly spend, vpon the hope</l>
<l n="2206">Of what is to come in:</l>
<l n="2207">A comfort of retyrement liues in this.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
<l n="2208">A Randeuous, a Home to flye vnto,</l>
<l n="2209">If that the Deuill and Mischance looke bigge</l>
<l n="2210">Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
<speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
<l n="2211">But yet I would your Father had beene here:</l>
<l n="2212">The Qualitie and Heire of our Attempt</l>
<l n="2213">Brookes no diuision: It will be thought</l>
<l n="2214">By some, that know not why he is away,</l>
<l n="2215">That wisedome, loyaltie, and meere dislike</l>
<l n="2216">Of our proceedings, kept the Earle from hence.</l>
<l n="2217">And thinke, how such an apprehension</l>
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<l n="2219">And breede a kinde of question in our cause:</l>
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<l n="2221">Must keepe a loose from strict arbitrement,</l>
<l n="2222">And stop all sight‑holes, euery loope, from whence</l>
<l n="2223">The eye of reason may prie in vpon vs:</l>
<l n="2224">This absence of your Father drawes a Curtaine,</l>
<l n="2225">That shewes the ignorant a kinde of feare,</l>
<l n="2226">Before not dreamt of.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
<l n="2227">You strayne too farre.</l>
<l n="2228">I rather of his absence make this vse:</l>
<l n="2229">It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion,</l>
<l n="2230">A larger Dare to your great Enterprize,</l>
<l n="2231">Then if the Earle were here: for men must thinke,</l>
<l n="2232">If we without his helpe, can make a Head</l>
<l n="2233">To push aginst the Kingdome; with his helpe,</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
<speaker rend="italic">Dowg.</speaker>
<l n="2236">As heart can thinke:</l>
<l n="2237">There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland,</l>
<l n="2238">At this Dreame of Feare.</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Sir Richard Vernon.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
<l n="2239">My Cousin<hi rend="italic">Vernon</hi>, welcome by my Soule.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
<speaker rend="italic">Vern.</speaker>
<l n="2240">Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord,</l>
<l n="2241">The Earle of Westmerland, seuen thousand strong,</l>
<l n="2242">Is marching hither‑wards, with Prince<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
<l n="2243">No harme: what more?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
<speaker rend="italic">Vern.</speaker>
<l n="2244">And further, I haue learn'd,</l>
<l n="2245">The King himselfe in person hath set forth,</l>
<l n="2246">Or hither‑wards intended speedily,</l>
<l n="2247">With strong and mightie preparation.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
<l n="2248">He shall be welcome too.</l>
<l n="2249">Where is his Sonne,</l>
<l n="2250">The nimble‑footed Mad‑Cap, Prince of Wales,</l>
<l n="2251">And his Cumrades, that daft the World aside,</l>
<l n="2252">And bid it passe?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
<speaker rend="italic">Vern.</speaker>
<l n="2253">All furnisht, all in Armes,</l>
<l n="2254">All plum'd like Estridges, that with the Winde</l>
<l n="2255">Bayted like Eagles, hauing lately bath'd,</l>
<l n="2256">Glittering in Golden Coates, like Images,</l>
<l n="2257">As full of spirit as the Moneth of May,</l>
<l n="2258">And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid‑summer,</l>
<l n="2259">Wanton as youthfull Goates, wilde as young Bulls.</l>
<l n="2260">I saw young<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>with his Beuer on,</l>
<l n="2261">His Cushes on his thighes, gallantly arm'd,</l>
<l n="2262">Rise from the ground like feathered<hi rend="italic">Mercury</hi>,</l>
<l n="2263">And vaulted with such ease into his Seat,</l>
<l n="2264">As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds,</l>
<l n="2265">To turne and winde a fierie<hi rend="italic">Pegasus</hi>,</l>
<l n="2266">And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
<l n="2267">No more, no more,</l>
<l n="2268">Worse then the Sunne in March:</l>
<l n="2269">This prayse doth nourish Agues: let them come.</l>
<l n="2270">They come like Sacrifices in their trimme,</l>
<l n="2271">And to the fire‑ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre,</l>
<l n="2272">All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them:</l>
<l n="2273">The mayled<hi rend="italic">Mars</hi>shall on his Altar sit</l>
<l n="2274">Vp to the eares in blood. I am on fire,</l>
<l n="2275">To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh,</l>
<l n="2276">And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horse,</l>
<l n="2277">Who is to beare me like a Thunder‑bolt,</l>
<l n="2278">Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales.</l>
<l n="2279">
<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>to<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>, shall not Horse to Horse</l>
<l n="2280">Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarse?</l>
<l n="2281">Oh, that<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>were come.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
<speaker rend="italic">Ver.</speaker>
<l n="2282">There is more newes:</l>
<l n="2283">I learned in Worcester, as I rode along,</l>
<l n="2284">He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
<speaker rend="italic">Dowg.</speaker>
<l n="2285">That's the worst Tidings that I heare of
<lb/>yet.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
<speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
<l n="2286">I by my faith, that beares a frosty sound.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hotsp.</speaker>
<l n="2287">What may the Kings whole Battaile reach
<lb/>unto?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-ver">
<speaker rend="italic">Ver.</speaker>
<p n="2288">To thirty thousand.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
<speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
<l n="2289">Forty let it be,</l>
<l n="2290">My Father and<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>being both away,</l>
<l n="2291">The powres of vs, may serue so great a day.</l>
<l n="2292">Come, let vs take a muster speedily:</l>
<l n="2293">Doomesday is neere; dye all, dye merrily.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h4-dou">
<speaker rend="italic">Dow.</speaker>
<l n="2294">Talke not of dying, I am out of feare</l>
<l n="2295">Of death, or deaths hand, for this one halfe yeare.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Omnes.</stage>
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