Enter the ARCHBISHOP of York, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and others
What is this forest called?
'Tis Gaultree Forest, an ’t shall please your Grace.
Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth
To know the numbers of our enemies.
5We have sent forth already.
'Tis well done.
My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you that I have received
New-dated letters from Northumberland,
Their cold intent, tenor, and substance, thus:
10Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
As might hold sortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon
He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland, and concludes in hearty prayers
15That your attempts may overlive the hazard
And fearful melting of their opposite.
Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground
And dash themselves to pieces.
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