| ACT IV SCENE III | 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. | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| | 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. | 20 |
| 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 | 25 |
| | 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, | 30 |
| | 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: | 35 |
| | 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! | 40 |
| | 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, | 45 |
| | 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 | 50 |
| | 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 | 55 |
| | 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. | 60 |
| | 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, | 65 |
| | 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, | 70 |
| | 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; | 75 |
| | 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. | 80 |
| | 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 | 85 |
| | 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 | 90 |
| | 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. | 95 |
| 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: | 100 |
| | 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, | 105 |
| | 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 | 110 |
| | 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. | 115 |
| | 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. | 120 |
| HOTSPUR | And may be so we shall. | |
| SIR WALTER BLUNT | Pray God you do. | |
| | Exeunt | |