No Fear Shakespeare: Henry IV Part 1: Act 4, scene i

	VERNON
	All furnished, all in arms,
	All plumed like estridges that with the wind
	Baited like eagles having lately bathed,
100	Glittering in golden coats like images,
	As full of spirit as the month of May,
	And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer,
	Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
	I saw young Harry with his beaver on,
105	His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed
	Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury
	And vaulted with such ease into his seat
	As if an angel dropped down from the clouds,
	To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
110	And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

VERNON

They're all in uniform, all armed. They look like feathered ostriches; like eagles beating their wings after a bath; like statues painted gold. They're as lively as the springtime; as gorgeous as the midsummer sun; as giddy as young goats; as wild as young bulls. I saw young Harry with his helmet on, and armor on his thighs. Armed with powerful weapons, he rose off the ground like the winged god Mercury, and leaped so effortlessly into his saddle, it was as if an angel had dropped out of the sky to ride a fiery Pegasus , and bewitch the world with his incredible horsemanship.

	HOTSPUR
	No more, no more! Worse than the sun in March
	This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come.
	They come like sacrifices in their trim,
	And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
115	All hot and bleeding will we offer them.
	The mailèd Mars shall on his altar sit
	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,
120	Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
	Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales.
	Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
	Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
	O, that Glendower were come!

HOTSPUR

Stop, stop! This praise of him makes me sicker than the sun on an early spring day. Let them come, like sacrifices in all their finery; we'll offer them, hot and bleeding, to the fire-eyed goddess of smoky war. The war-god Mars will sit on his altar, up to his ears in blood. I am on fire, knowing that this rich prize is so near, and yet still not ours. Come, bring me my horse, who will carry me like a lightning bolt to face the Prince of Wales. Then this Harry will meet that Harry, my horse against his horse; we'll meet and never separate, till one of us falls down as a corpse. Oh, I wish that Glendower were here!

	VERNON
	There is more news.
125	I learned in Worcester, as I rode along,
	He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.

VERNON

I have more news: as I passed through the town of Worcester, I heard that Glendower won't be able to collect his army for two more weeks.

	DOUGLAS
	That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.

DOUGLAS

That's the worst news I've heard so far.