_Hot._ You strain too far.[2904] 75 I rather of his absence make this use: It lends a lustre and more great opinion, A larger dare to our great enterprise,[2905] Than if the earl were here; for men must think, If we without his help can make a head 80 To push against a kingdom, with his help[2906] We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.[2907] Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole. _Doug._ As heart can think: there is not such a word[2908] Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.[2908][2909] 85 _Enter_ SIR RICHARD VERNON. _Hot._ My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul.[2910] _Ver._ Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord. The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.[2911] _Hot._ No harm: what more? _Ver._ And further, I have 90 The king himself in person is set forth,[2912] Or hitherwards intended speedily,[2913] With strong and mighty preparation. _Hot._ He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,[2914] The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,[2915] 95 And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,[2916] And bid it pass? _Ver._ All furnish'd, all in arms;[2917] All plumed like estridges that with the wind[2918][2919] Baited like eagles having lately bathed;[2919][2920] Glittering in golden coats, like images; 100 As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.[2921] I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,[2922] His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,[2923] 105 Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat,[2924] As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,[2925] To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. 110 _Hot._ No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,[2926] This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come; They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war All hot and bleeding will we offer them: 115 The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit[2927] Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,[2928] Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt 120 Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales: Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,[2929] Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse. O that Glendower were come!