History of Henrie the fourth

The Hiflorie of
The very botome and the foulc of hopc^
The very lift, the very vtmoll bound
Of all our fortunes.
Doug. Fakh, and fo we fliould,
Where now remaines a fweetc reucrfion.
We may boldly fpcnd.vpon the hope, of what t'is to come m
A comfort of retirement hues in this.
Hot. A randeou^a home to flic vnto,
Ifthat the Diuell and mifchance looke big
Vpon the maiden-head of our affaires.
fVor. But yet /would your father had bene hcrc«
The qualitie and haire of our attempt
Brookes no diuifion.it will be thought
By fomc,that know not why he is away,
That wifedome,loyalty,and meere dillikc
Ofour proceedings, kept the Earle from hence*
And thinkejiow fuchan apprehenfion
May tume the tide of fearefull faftion,"
And breede a kinde of qucftion in our cauftr
For,well you knpw,we of the offring fide,
Muft kcepe aloofe from ftrift arbitrement ^
And (lop all fight-ho1cs,cuery loopcfrom whence
The eye of reafon may prie in vpon vs.
This abfence of your fathers drawes a curtainc,
That fhewes the ignorant, a kinde of fearc
Before not dreamt of.
Hot. You ftraine too far.
/rather of his abfence make this vfe,
/t lends aluftrc and more great opinion,
A larger dare to your great enterprize.
Then if the Earlc were here:for men mufl thinkrr
If we without his helpe can make a head
To pufli againft a kingdome, with his helpe
We fhall or turne it,topfie turuy downc,
Yet all goes wcll,yct all our ioynts are wholei
]>oug. As heart can thinke,there is not fiich a word
Spoke of in Scotland,as this tearmc of feare.
Efftft Sir ^ Fernet*,
ftemy thefomh*
Plot. My coofen VcrnonjWeicomc by my foule.
for'. Pray God my newes be worth awelcomcLord.
ThcEarleof Weflraerland/cuen thoufand ftrong,
1$ marching hitherwardsjwith Prince lohn.
Hot. No harme,what more?
frr. And further /haue learnd,
The King himfelfe in perfon hath fet forth.
Or hitherwards intended fpedily,
With ftrong and mighty preparation.
Hct. He fliall be welcome too; where is his fonn?.
The nimble footed madcap,Prince of Wales/
And his Cumrades, that daft the world afide,
Andbiditpaflc*'
For, All furnifht, all in Armcs.*
All plumde like Eftridges,thatwith the windc
Baited like Eagles hauing lately bath'd.
Glittering in golden coateslike images,
As full offpiritas the month of May,
And gorgeous as the funne at Midfomef,
Wanton as youthfull goates,wildc as yong buls;
I faw yong Harry with his beuer on.
His cuflics on his thighs, gallantly armdc.
Rife from the ground like feathered Mercury,'
And vaulted with filch eafeinto his feat.
As if an Angell dropt downe from the clouds.
To turne and wind a fiery Pcgafus,
And witch the world with noble horfemanfliip.
Hot, No more,no raor^worfe then the fun in March,
This praife doth nouri(h agues,lct them come,
They come like facrifices in their trim.
And to the fire-eyd maid of fmoky war.
All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
The mailed Mars fliall on his altars fit
Vp to the eares in bloud. I am on fire
1 o heare this rich reprizall is fo nigh.
And yet not ours:Come,let me take my horfej
Who is to beare me like a thunderbolt,
Againft the bofomc of the Prince of Wales,
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