Yorke.
The King, with mightie and quick-raysed Power,
Meetes with Lord Harry:
Yorke.
and I feare, Sir Michell,
What with the sicknesse of Northumberland,
Whose Power was in the first proportion;
And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence,
Who with them was rated firmely too,
And comes not in, ouer-rul'd by Prophecies,
Yorke.
I feare the Power of Percy is too weake,
To wage an instant tryall with the King.
Sir Michell.
Why, my good Lord, you need not feare,
There is Dowglas, and Lord Mortimer.
Yorke.
No, Mortimer is not there.
Yorke.
For if Lord Percy thriue not, ere the King
Dismisse his power, he meanes to visit vs:
For he hath heard of our Confederacie,
And, 'tis but Wisedome to make strong against him:
Yorke.
Therefore make hast, I must go write againe
To other Friends: and so farewell, Sir Michell.