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Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt [120]
Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales.
Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
Meet, and ne’er part till one drop down a corse.
O that Glendower were come!
VERNON
There is more news.
I learned in Worcester, as I rode along, [125]
He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
DOUGLAS
That’s the worst tidings that I hear of yet.
WORCESTER
Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
HOTSPUR
What may the king’s whole battle reach unto?
VERNON
To thirty thousand.
HOTSPUR
Forty let it be. [130]
My father and Glendower being both away,
The powers of us may serve so great a day.
Come, let us take a muster speedily.
Doomsday is near. Die all, die merrily.
DOUGLAS
Talk not of dying. I am out of fear [135]
Of death or death’s hand for this one half-year.
Exeunt.
Scene II IT
