Archbishop

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 import, you would make haste.

Michael

My good lord,

I guess their tenor.

Archbishop

Like enough you do.

To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day

Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men

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,

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'erruled by prophecies,

I fear the power of Percy is too weak

To wage an instant trial with the king.

Michael

Why, my good lord, you need not fear;

There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.

Archbishop

No. Mortimer is not there.

Michael

But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,

And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head

Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.

Archbishop

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,

The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt;

And many moe corrivals and dear men

Of estimation and command in arms.

Michael

Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.

Archbishop

I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;

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:

Therefore make haste. I must go write again

To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael. Exeunt.