ACT IV SCENE IV | York. The Archbishop's palace. |
[Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAEL] |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief |
| With winged haste to the lord marshal; |
| This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest |
| To whom they are directed. If you knew |
| How much they do to import, you would make haste. | 5 |
SIR MICHAEL | My good lord, |
| I guess their tenor. |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | Like enough you do. |
| To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day |
| Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men | 10 |
| Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury, |
| As I am truly given to understand, |
| The king with mighty and quick-raised power |
| Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael, |
| What with the sickness of Northumberland, | 15 |
| Whose power was in the first proportion, |
| And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence, |
| Who with them was a rated sinew too |
| And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies, |
| I fear the power of Percy is too weak | 20 |
| To wage an instant trial with the king. |
SIR MICHAEL | Why, my good lord, you need not fear; |
| There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer. |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | No, Mortimer is not there. |
SIR MICHAEL | But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy, | 25 |
| And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head |
| Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen. |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | 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, | 30 |
| The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt; |
| And moe corrivals and dear men |
| Of estimation and command in arms. |
SIR MICHAEL | Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed. |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear; | 35 |
| 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: | 40 |
| Therefore make haste. I must go write again |
| To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael. |
[Exeunt] |