Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, If 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, But, to my charge.—The king hath sent to know Have any way your good deserts forgot,- He bids you name your griefs; and, with all speed, And pardon absolute for yourself, and these, Herein misled by your suggestion. Hot. 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, Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face, Of all the favourites, that the absent king And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state: Rated my 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. 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 impawn'd Some surety for a safe return again, And in the morning early shall mine uncle Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love. Blunt. 'Pray heaven, you do! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. York. A Room in the Archbishop's House. Enter the Archbishop of York, and a Gentleman. Arch. Hie, good sir Michael; bear this sealed brief 81, With winged haste, to the lord mareshal; This to my cousin Scroop; and all the rest To whom they are directed: if you knew How much they do import, you would make haste. Gent. My good lord, I guess their tenor. Arch. Like enough, you do. To-morrow, good sir Michael, is a day, The king, with mighty and quick-raised power, And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence, To wage an instant trial with the king. Gent. Why, my good lord, you need not fear; there's Douglas, And Mortimer. Arch. No, Mortimer's not there. Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Percy, And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn The special head of all the land together; The prince of Wales, lord John of Lancaster, Of estimation and command in arms. Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well oppos'd. Arch. I hope no less, yet needful 'tis 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 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him; Therefore, make haste; I must go write again To other friends; and so farewell, sir Michael. [Exeunt severally. |