Hot. Revolted Mortimer! 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, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment+ with great Glendower: Three times they breathed, and three times did they drink, Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Colour 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 not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, [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, North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile; Here comes your uncle. Re-enter WORCESTER. Hot. Speak of Mortimer! Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him: Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high i' the air as this unthankful king, North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. [To WORCESTER. + Curled. Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone? Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaim'd, 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 scandalized, 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, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starved, But shall it be, that you,-that set the crown And, for his sake, wear the detested blot The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather ?— To show the line, and the predicament, Wherein you range under this subtle king.- Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more: Hot. If he fall in, good night:-or sink or swim North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, But out upon this half-faced fellowship !+ Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, 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. Wor. You start away, And lend no ear unto my purposes.→→ Hot. Nay, I will: that's flat: He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak 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 Wales. * Rival. + Friendship. + Shapes. A blustering, quarrelsome fellow. But that I think his father loves him not, Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, North. Why, what a wasp-stung 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 Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. In Richard's time-What do you call the place ?— A plague upon't!-it is in Glostershire; "Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept; Hot. You say true: Why, what a candy* deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! We'll stay your leisure. Hot. I have done, i' faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. [To NORTHUMBERLAND. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,- Of that same noble prelate, well beloved, 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 Is ruminated, plotted, and set down; And only stays but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on. Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. North. Before the game 's a-foot, thou still let'st slip. And then the power of Scotland, and of York,- Wor. And so they shall. Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. To make us strangers to his looks of love. North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust. 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 hang'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler! Ost. [within]. Anon, anon. 1 Car. I pry'thee, 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 dank‡ here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots:§ this house is turned upside down, since Robin ostler died. 1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him. 2 Car. I think, this be the most villanous house in all London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.|| * A body of forces. + Measure. + Wet. |