Messenger.
These Letters come from your Father. He is greeuous sicke.
Worcester.
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.
Hotspur.
You strayne too farre.
I rather of his absence make this vse:
It lends a Lustre, and more great Opinion,
A larger Dare to your great Enterprize,
Then if the Earle were here:
Hotspur.
: for men must thinke,
If we without his helpe, can make a Head
To push against the Kingdome; with his helpe,
We shall o're-turne it topsie-turuy downe:
Yet all goes well, yet all our ioynts are whole.
Dowglas.
As heart can thinke:
There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland,
As this Dreame of Feare.
Hotspur.
My Cousin Vernon, welcome by my Soule.
Vern.
Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord.
The Earle of Westmerland, seuen thousand strong,
Is marching hither-wards, with Prince Iohn.
Hotspur.
No harme: what more?
Vernon.
And further, I haue learn'd,
The King himselfe in person hath set forth,
Or hither-wards intended speedily,
With strong and mightie preparation.
Hotspur.
He shall be welcome too.
Where is his Sonne,
The nimble-footed Mad-Cap, Prince of Wales,
And his Cumrades, that daft the World aside,
And bid it passe?
Hotspur.
Harry to Harry, shall not Horse to Horse
Meete, and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarse?
Oh, that Glendower were come.
Vernon.
There is more newes:
I learned in Worcester, as I rode along,
He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes.
Hotspur.
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.
Dowglas.
Talke not of dying, I am out of feare
Of death, or deaths hand, for this one halfe yeare.
