York. A Room in the Archbishop's Palace.
 Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAEL.

Archbishop	Hie, good Sir Michael, bear this seald brief
	With wingd 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.

Sir Michael	My good lord, I guess their tenor.

Archbishop	Like enough you do.
	Tomorrow, 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-raisd 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.

Sir Michael	Why, my good lord, you need not fear;
	There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.

Archbishop	No, Mortimer is not there.

Sir 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 more corrivals and dear men
	Of estimation and command in arms.

Sir 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.
