| ACT IV.
3. Scene III. The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.
 [Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Vernon.]
 HOT.
We'll fight with him to-night.
 
 WOR.
It may not be.
 
 DOUG.
You give him, then, advantage.
 
 VER.
Not a whit.
 
 HOT.
Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
 
 VER.
So do we.
 
 HOT.
His is certain, ours is doubtful.
 
 WOR.
Good cousin, be advised; stir not to-night.
 
 VER.
Do not, my lord.
 
 DOUG.
You do not counsel well:
 You speak it out of fear and cold heart.
 
 VER.
Do me no slander, Douglas:  by my life,--
 And I dare well maintain it with my life,--
 If well-respected honour bid me on,
 I hold as little counsel with weak fear
 As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:
 Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle
 Which of us fears.
 
 DOUG.
Yea, or to-night.
 
 VER.
Content.
 
 HOT.
To-night, say I.
 
 VER.
Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much,
 Being men of such great leading as you are,
 That you foresee not what impediments
 Drag back our expedition:  certain Horse
 Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
 Your uncle Worcester's Horse came but to-day;
 And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
 Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
 That not a horse is half the half himself.
 
 HOT.
So are the horses of the enemy
 In general, journey-bated and brought low:
 The better part of ours are full of rest.
 
 WOR.
The number of the King exceedeth ours.
 For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.
 
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