He did confound the best part of an hour Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. He never did encounter with Glendower; He durst as well have met the devil alone, Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth means, Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease you.-My Lord Northumberland, We license your departure with your son :Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Exeuni KING HENRY, BLUNT, and Train. Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, I will not send them ;-I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and Here comes your uncle. [pause awhile; Hot. Re-enter WORCESTER. Speak of Mortimer? 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. [To WORCESTER. Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone? Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners; And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaim'd, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? From whence he, intercepted, did return Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide mouth Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. [then Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did King Richard 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, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd. But shall it be, that you,-that set the crown VOL. IV. N By him, for whom these shames ye underwent? Wor. Hot. If he fall in, good night:-or sink or Send danger from the east unto the west, North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, [moon; To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd 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-fac'd fellowship! Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend.Good cousin, give me audience for a while. Hot. I cry you mercy. Wor. Those same noble Scots, That are your prisoners, Hot. I'll keep them all; By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them: No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: I'll keep them, by this hand. You start away, Wor. 171 I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Wor. Cousin; a word. Hear you, Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: But that I think his father loves him not, Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-tongue and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Hot. You say true: Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Hot. I have done, i' faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri soners. Deliver them up without their ransom straight. And make the Douglas' son your only mean For powers in Scotland; which, for divers rea sons, Which I shall send you written,-be assur'd, Hot. Of York, is't not? Wor. True; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop. As what I think might be, but what I know Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. North. Before the game's afoot, thou still let'st slip. Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot : And then the power of Scotland, and of York,— To join with Mortimer, ha? Wor. And so they shall. Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, To save our heads by raising of a head; For, bear ourselves as even as we can, The king will always think him in our debt; And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, Till he hath found a time to pay us home. And see already, how he doth begin To make ús strangers to his looks of love. Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng❜d on him. Wor. Cousin, farewell:-No further go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course. When time is ripe (which will be suddenly), I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once (As I will fashion it), shall happily meet, |