Page 761 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

HOTSPUR

Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt, and would to God
You were of our determination.
Some of us love you well; and even those some

Envy your great deservings and good name, [35]
Because you are not of our quality,
But stand against us like an enemy.

BLUNT
And God defend but still I should stand so,
So long as out of limit and true rule

You stand against anointed majesty. [40]
But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
You conjure from the breast of civil peace

Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
Audacious cruelty. If that the king [45]
Have any way your good deserts forgot,
Which he confesseth to be manifold,

He bids you name your griefs, and with all speed
You shall have your desires with interest,
And pardon absolute for yourself and these [50]
Herein misled by your suggestion.

HOTSPUR

The king is kind, and well we know the king
Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
My father and my uncle and myself
Did give him that same royalty he wears; [55]
And when he was not six-and-twenty strong,

Sick in the world’s regard, wretched and low,
A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
My father gave him welcome to the shore;

And when he heard him swear and vow to God [60]
He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
To sue his livery and beg his peace,
With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,
My father, in kind heart and pity moved,