Sir M. Why, my good lord, you need not fear; there 's Douglas And Mortimer. Arch. No, Mortimer 's not there. Sir M. But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord And there's my Lord of Worcester, and a head Arch. And so there is; but yet the king hath drawn The special head of all the land together ;- 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 't is but wisdom to make strong against him: [Exeunt. 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 his distemperature. P. Hen. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; K. Hen. Then with the losers let it sympathise, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.— [Trumpet sounds. Enter WORCESTER and VERNON. How now, my Lord of Worcester ! 't is not well What say you to it will you again unknit A prodigy of fear, and a portent Of broachéd mischief to the unborn times? For mine own part, I could be well content I have not sought the day of this dislike. K. Hen. You have not sought it !-How comes it then? Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. P. Hen. Peace, chewet, peace! friends. 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 your For you my staff of office did I break In Richard's time; and posted day and night To meet you on the way and kiss your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. It was myself, my brother, and his son, That brought you home, and boldly did outdare That all in England did repute him dead : ; 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; Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. K. Hen. These things, indeed, you have articulated, Proclaimed at market-crosses, read in churches, With some fine colour that may please the eye And never yet did insurrection want P. Hen. In both our armies there is many a soul Shall pay full dearly for this encounter, If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew, More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, |