And let them grapple.-O! 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 Honor from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, But out upon this half-faced fellowship! Wor. He apprehends a world of figures 1 here, But not the form of what he should attend.Good cousin, give me audience for awhile. By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them; I'll keep them, by this hand. Wor. You start away, And lend no ear unto my purposes. Those prisoners you shall keep. Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat : 1 Shapes created by his imagination. But I will find him when he lies asleep, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Wor. Hear you, cousin; a word. Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,1 And would be glad he met with some mischance, North. Why, what a wasp-tongue and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own! Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear In Richard's time,-What do you call the place ?— 'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept, His uncle York ;—where I first bow'd my knee I Refuse. 2 The term for a turbulent, quarrelsome fellow. Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. Hot. You say true. Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! And, gentle Harry Percy,'-and, 'kind cousin,'— me! Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Hot. I have done, i' faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners: Deliver them up without their ransom straight; And make the Douglas' son your only mean For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons, Which I shall send you written,—be assured, Will easily be granted you. My lord, [to Northumberland. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, Shall secretly into the bosom creep Of that same noble prelate, well beloved, The archbishop. Hot. Of York, is 't not? Wor. True; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. I speak not this in estimation, As what I think might be; but what I know And only stays but to behold the face Hot. I smell it: upon my life, it will do well. North. Before the game's afoot, thou still let'st slip.1 Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot : And then the power of Scotland, and of York, Wor. To make us strangers to his looks of love. Hot. He does, he does; we'll be revenged on him. Wor. Cousin, farewell.-No farther go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course. To let slip is to loose the greyhound. 2 A body of forces. To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, North. Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, Hot. Uncle, adieu. O, let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport! [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Rochester. An inn yard. Enter a CARRIER, with a lantern in his hand. 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler! Ost. [within.] Anon, anon. 1 Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle; put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.? Enter another CARRIER. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank3 here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the The name of his horse. 2 Measure. 3 Wet. |