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Of my wife's brother, then his cheek looked pale,
North. He was : I heard the proclamation: And then it was when the unhappy king (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition. From whence he, intercepted, did return To be deposed, and shortly murdered Wor. And for whose death, we in the wide
world's mouth Live scandalised and foully spoken of. Hot. But soft, I pray you : did King Richard,
then, Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer Heir to the crown?
North. He did: myself did hear it.
Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin-king
Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more:
Hot. If he fall in, good night: or sink or
swim. Send danger from the east unto the west, So honour cross it from the north to south, And let them grapple :-0! the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare.
North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
Hot. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks : So he that doth redeem her thence might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend. Good cousin, give me audience for awhile.
Hot. I cry you mercy.
Wor. Those same noble Scots That are your prisoners, –
Hot. I'll keep them all :
Wor. You start away,
Hot. Nay, I will: that 's flat.
Wor. Hear you, cousin : a word.
Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke. And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of WalesBut that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poisoned with a pot of ale.
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better tempered to attend.
North. Why, what a wasp-tongue and impatient
His uncle York :—where I first bowed my knee And only stays but to behold the face
North. Before the game 's afoot thou still lett 'st
Ilot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
plot. Look,"When his infant fortune came to age," | And then the power of Scotland and of York And “Gentle Harry Percy," and “Kind cou To join with Mortimer, ha ? sin:'
Wor. And so they shall. O, the devil take such cozeners !—God forgive Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed. me!
Ior. And 't is no little reason bids us speed Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. To save our heads by raising of a head :
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again : For, bear ourselves as even as we can, We'll stay your leisure.
The King will always think him in our debt, Hot. I have done, i' faith.
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri Till he hath found a time to pay us home. soners.
And see already how he doth begin Deliver them up without their ransom straight, ! To make us strangers to his looks of love. And make the Douglas' son your only mean Hot. He does, he does. we'll be revenged on For powers in Scotland: which, for divers reasons,
him. Which I shall send you written, be assured
Wor. Cousin, farewell. No further go in this Will easily be granted.--You, my lord,
Than I by letters shall direct your course. [To NorthUMBERLAND. When time is ripe (which will be suddenly), Your son in Scotland being thus employed, I 'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer; Shall secretly into the bosom creep
Where you and Douglas, and our powers, at once Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
(As I will fashion it) shall happily meet, The archbishop.
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Hot. Of York, is 't not?
Which now we hold at much uncertainty. Wor. True: who bears hard
North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrivs, His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.
I trust. I speak not this in estimation
Hot. Uncle, adieu :-0, let the hours be short, As what I think might be, but what I know Till fields and blows and groans applaud our Is ruminated, plotted, and set down,
Scene I.-Rochester. An Inn Yard.
1st Cur. Poor fellow! never joyed since the
price of oats rose : it was the death of him. Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand. 2nd Car. I think this be the most villanous
1st Car. Heigh ho! an 't be not four by the house in all London road for fleas: I am stung day, I 'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the like a tench. chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, 1st Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ostler!
| ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit Ost. [within]. Anon, anon.
than I have been since the first cock. 1st Car. I pr'y thee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, 2nd Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and wrung in the withers out of all cess.
your chamber-lie breeds flees like a loach.
1st Car. What, ostler! come away and be Enter another Carrier.
hanged, come away. 2nd Car. Peas and beans are as dank here as 2nd Car. I have a gammon of bacon and two a dog, and that is the next way to give poor razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charingjades the bots. This house is turned upside down since Robin ostler died.
?: Car.'Od's body! the turkeys in my pannier
Scexe III.-Warkworth. A Room in the Castle.
And given my treasures and my rights of thee
To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy? Enter HOTSPUR, reading a letter. In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched, _" But for mine own part, my lord, I could be
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars: weil contented to be there, in respect of the love I
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; bear your house."
Cry, “Courage! to the field !” and thou hast
talked He could be contented; why is he not then? In
Of sallies and retires; of trenches, tents, respect of the love he bears our house :--he
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets; shews in this he loves his own barn better than
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin; hc loves our house. Let me see some more:
Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, “ The purpose you undertake is dangerous.” And all the 'currents of a heady fight. Why, that's certain : 't is dangerous to take a
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, cold, to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my lord
And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep, fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this
That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, flower, safety.
Like bubbles in a late disturbéd stream:
And in thy face strange motions have appeared, “The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the
Such as we see when men restrain their breath friends you have named uncertain; the time itself
On some great sudden haste. O, what portents unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the
are these? counterpoise of so great an opposition.”
Some heavy business hatli my lord in hand, Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, And I must know it, else he loves me not. you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. Hot. What lo! is Gilliams with the packet What a lackbrain is this! By the Lord, our plot
gone? is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and
Enter Serrant. full of expectation : an excellent plot, very good Serv. Ile is, my lord, an hour ago. friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Hot, Hath Butler brought those horses from Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and
the sheriff? the general course of the action. Zounds, an I Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. were now by this rascal, I could brain him with Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, Serv. It is, my lord. and myself ; Lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of Hot. That roan shall be my throne.York, and Owen Glendower ? is there not, besiile, Well, I will back him straight.-Esperancé! the Douglas? Have I not all their letters to meet | Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. me in arms by the ninth of the next month; and
[Exit Servant. are they not, some of them, set forward already ? Lady. But hear you, my lord. What a pagan rascal is this : an infidel! Ha, Hot. What sayst, my lady? you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and Lady. What is it carries you away? cold heart, he will to the King and lay open all Hot. My horse, my love; my horse. our proceedings. O, I could divide myself, and Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape! go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen milk with so honourable an action! Hang him, As you are tossed with. In faith let him tell the King. We are prepared: I will I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. set forward to-night.
I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
About his title, and liath sent for you
To line his enterprise: but if you goIlow now, Kate? I must leave you within these Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. two hours.
Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone: | Directly to this question that I ask. For what offence have ) this fortnight been In faith I 'll break thy little finger, Harry, A banished woman from my Harry's bed? An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. Tell me, sweet lord, what is 't that takes from thec Hot. Away; away, you trifler!-Love? I love Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
thee not; Why dost thou bend thine eves upon the earth, I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world And start so often when thou sitt'st alone ? To play with mammets and to tilt with lips : Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy checks, ! We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.