Page 772 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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VERNON
Deliver what you will, I’ll say ’tis so.
Here comes your cousin.
HOTSPUR
My uncle is returned.
Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
Uncle, what news?
WORCESTER
The king will bid you battle presently. [30]
DOUGLAS
Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.
HOTSPUR
Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
DOUGLAS
Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
Exit.
WORCESTER
There is no seeming mercy in the king.
HOTSPUR
Did you beg any? God forbid! [35]
WORCESTER
I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking, which he mended thus,
By now forswearing that he is forsworn.
He calls us rebels, traitors, and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us. [40]
Enter Douglas.
