Slip. Why alas sir, I wil go away I thanke you gentle friends,
I pray you spare your pains, I will not trouble his honors maistership,
ile run away.
Enter Adam, and Antiques, and carrie away the Clowne,
he makes pots, and sports, and scornes.
March ouer brauelie first the English hoste, the sword caried
before the King by Percy. The Scottish on the other side,
with all their pompe brauelie.
K. of S. What seekes the King of England in this land?
K. of Eng. False traiterous Scot, I come for to reuenge 2410
My daughters death: I come to spoyle thy wealth,
Since thou hast spoyld me of my marriage ioy.
I come to heape thy land with Carkasses,
That this thy thriftie soyle choakt vp with blood,
May thunder forth reuenge vpon thy head.
I come to quit thy louelesse loue with death,
In briefe, no meanes of peace shall ere be found,
Except I haue my daughter or thy head.
K. of S. My head proud King? abase thy prancking plaines,
So striuing fondly, maiest thou catch thy graue. 2420
But if true iudgement do direct thy course,
These lawfull reasons should deuide the warre,
Faith not by my consent thy daughter dyed.
K. of E. Thou liest false Scot, thy agẽts haue cõfest it.
These are but fond delayes, thou canst not thinke
A meanes for to reconcile me for thy friend,
I haue thy parasites confession pend:
What then canst thou alleage in thy excuse?
K. of S. I will repay the raunsome for her bloud.
K. of E. What thinkst thou catiue, I wil sel my child, 2430
No if thou be a Prince and man at armes,
In singule combat come and trie thy right,
Else will I prooue thee recreant to thy face.
K. of S. I tooke no combat false iniurious King,
But since thou needlesse art inclinde to warre,
Do what thou darest we are in open field.
Arming thy battailes I will fight with thee.