| Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, | |
| Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. | |
| This, in the name of God, I promise here: | |
| The which if He be pleased I shall perform, | |
| I do beseech your majesty may salve | |
| The long-grown wounds of my intemperance: | |
| If not, the end of life cancels all bands; | |
| And I will die a hundred thousand deaths | |
| Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow. | |
| KING HENRY IV A hundred thousand rebels die in this: | |
| Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein. | |
| [Enter BLUNT] | |
| How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed. | |
| SIR WALTER BLUNT So hath the business that I come to speak of. | |
| Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word | |
| That Douglas and the English rebels met | |