And, I beseech you, let not his report Betwixt my love and your high majesty. Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said, K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; But with proviso, and exception, That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd Hot. Revolted Mortimer! 1 Sign an indenture or compact. He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, But by the chance of war ;-to prove that true, Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, When, on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound1 the best part of an hour Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Color her working with such deadly wounds; Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him. He never did encounter with Glendower; I tell thee, He durst as well have met the devil alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer : 1 Expend. 2 Bravery, stoutness. 2 Curled. Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, As will displease you. My lord Northumberland, [Exeunt 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 pause awhile; Here comes your Hot. uncle. Re-enter Worcester. Speak of Mortimer ? Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust, As high i' the air as this unthankful king, 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 urged the ransom once again Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. Wor. I cannot blame him. Was he not pro claim'd, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? 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 world's wide mouth, Live scandalised, and foully spoken of. Hot. But, soft, I pray you. then Did king Richard Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer North. He did; myself did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, That you a world of curses undergo; Or fill up chronicles in time to come, Wor. Peace, cousin; say no more: And now I will unclasp a secret book, Hot. If he fall in, good night!-or sink or Send Danger from the east unto the west, So Honor cross it from the north to south, Disdainful. |