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I do beseech your majesty may salve [155]
The long-grown wounds of my intemperance.
If not, the end of life cancels all bands,
And I will die a hundred thousand deaths

Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

KING
A hundred thousand rebels die in this! [160]
Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
Enter Blunt.

How now, good Blunt? Thy looks are full of speed.

BLUNT

So hath the business that I come to speak of.
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
That Douglas and the English rebels met [165]
The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury.

A mighty and a fearful head they are,
If promises be kept on every hand,
As ever off’red foul play in a state.

KING
The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day; [170]

With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster;
For this advertisement is five days old.
On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward;
On Thursday we ourselves will march. Our meeting
Is Bridgenorth; and, Harry, you shall march [175]

Through Gloucestershire; by which account,
Our business valuèd, some twelve days hence
Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet.

Our hands are full of business. Let’s away:
Advantage feeds him fat while men delay. [180]
Exeunt.

Scene III IT