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Nor I, nor any man, that but man is, Lately came from the king, commands the con With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd
trary. With being nothing.-Musick' do I hear? K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster,
[Musick and thee! Ha, ha! keep time:-How sour sweet musick is, Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. When time is broke, and no proportion kept!
[Beats the Keeper. So is it in the musick of men's lives.
Keep. Help, help, help!
Enter Exton, and Servants, armed.
K. Rich, How now? what means death in Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
this rude assault ? I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. For now hath time made me his numb'ring
Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's inclock :
strument. My thoughts are minutes; and, with sighs, Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
[Snatching a weapon and killing one. they jar Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward
[He kills another, and then Exton strikcs
him down. Watch,
That hand shall burn in never quenching fire, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce
hand Now, sir, the sound, that tells what hour it is, Are clamorous groans, that strike upon my heart,
Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's Which is the bell : So sighs, and tears, and Mount, mount, my soull thy seat is up on high;
own land. groans, Show minutes, times, and hours :-bat my time Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward Irere to
(Dies. Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy, While I stand fooling here, his Jack o'the clock. Both have I spilt! O, 'would the deed were
Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood : This musick mads me, let it sound no more; For, though it have holp madmen to their wits, For now the devil, that told me- I did well, In me, it seems, it will make wise men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me!
Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. For 'tis a sign of love, and love to Richard
This dead king to the living king I'll bear; Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world.
Take hence the rest, and give them burial herc.
[Exeunt Enter Groom.
SCENE VI. Windsor. A Room in the Castlo. Groom. Hail, royal prince! K. Rich
Thanks, noble peer ;
Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke and York, The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear.
with Lords and Attendants. What art thou ? and how comest thou hither,
Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news wo Where no man never comes, but that sad dog
who travelling towards But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear York,
no: With much'ado, at length have gotten leave To look upon my sometimes royal master's face.
Enter Northumberland. o, how it yearn'd my heart, when I beheld, In London streets, that coronation day,
Welcome, my lord: What is the news? When Bolingbroke rode on roan Barbary!
North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all That horse, that I so carefully have dressd!
happiness. K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gen- The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and
The next news is, I have to London sent tle friend,
Kent: How went he under him ?
The manner of their taking may appear Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the At large discoursed in this paper here.
ground. K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy
Presenting a prpet his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
pains ; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
Enter Fitzwater. Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down, (Since pride must have a fall,) and break the Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to
London of that proud man that did usurp his back ?
The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely; Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee,
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, Since thou, created to be aw'd by inan,
That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse;
Boling Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
forgot; Spur-galld, and tird, by jauncing Bolingbroke. Right noble is thy merit, well I wol. Enter Keeper, with a dish.
Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of West stay.
(To the Groom. minster, K Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, away.
Hath yielded up his body to the grave: Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my But here is Carlisle living to abida heart shall say.
[Erit. Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom : K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont Choose out some secret place, some reverend to do?
room, Keep. My lord, I dare not: Sir Pierce of Ex. More than thou hast, and with it 'joy thy life;
So, as thou liv’st in peace, die free from suifc;
For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead,
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, Erton. Great king, within this coffin I present With Cain go wander through the shade of Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
night, The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
And never show thy head by day nor light. Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of wo, Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast That blood should sprinkle me, to make me wrought
grow: A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, Upon my head, and all this famous land. And put on sullen black incontinent: Erton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, this deed.
To wash this blood from off my guilty handBoling. They love not poison that do poison March sadly after; grace my mournings here, need,
In weeping after this untimely bier. (Ereunt.
FIRST PART OF
SIR RICHARD VERNON.
LADY PERCY, Wife to Hotspur, and Sister
to Mortimer THOMAS PERCY, Earl of Worcester. HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northumberland.
LADY MORTIMER, Daughter to Glendower,
and Wife to Mortimer. HENRY PERCY, surnamed Hotspur,his Son. EDWARD MORTIMER, Earl of March.
MRS QUICKLY, Hostess of a Tavern in SCROOP, Archbishop of York.
Eastcheap. SIR MICHAEL, a Friend of the Archbishop. Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, ARCHIBALD, Earl of Douglas.
Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Atten OWEN GLENDOWER.
What yesternight our council did decree, SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. In forwarding this dear expedience. Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter And many limits of the charge set down
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question, Blunt, and others.
But yesternight: when, all athwart, there camo K. Hen. So shaken as we are, so wan with a post from Wales, loaden with heavy news; care,
Whose worst was,-that the noble Mortimer, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant, Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight And breathe short-winded accents of new broils Against the irregular and wild Glendower, To be commenc'd in stronds afar remote. Was by the rude hands of that Welshman iaken, No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
And a thousand of his people butchered: Shall daub her lips with her own children's Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse, blood;
Such beastly, shameless transformation, No more shall trenching war channel her fields, By those Welshwomen done, as may not be, Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. Or hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven, broji All of one nature, of one substance bred, Brake off our business for the Holy Land. Did lately meet in the intestine shock
West. This, match'd with other, did, my graAnd furious close of civil butchery,
cious lord; Shall now, in mutuai, well beseeming ranks, For more uneven and unwelcome news March all one way; and be no more oppos'd Came from the north, and thus it did import. Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies : On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, That ever valiant and approved Scot, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
At Holmedon met, (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour; We are impressed and engag'd to fight,) As by discharge of their artillery, Forthwith a power of English shall we levy, And shape of likelihood, the news was told; Whose arms were moulded in their mother's For he that brought them, in the very heat womt,
And pride of their contention dia take horse, To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, Uncertain of the issue any way. Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet K. Hen. Here is a dear, and true-industrious Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd friend, For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, For this our purpose is a twelvemonth old, Stain'd with the variation of each soil And bootless 'tis to tell you-we will go : Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; Therefore we meel not now: Then let me hear And he hath brought us smooth and welconie or you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
The earl of Douglas is discomfited;
the sea is, by onr noble and chaste mistress the Ten thousand bold Scots, two-and-twenty moon, ander whose countenance westeal. knights,
P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well Balk'd in their own blood, did Sir Walter see too; for the fortune of us, that are the moon's On Holmedon's plains: of prisoners, Hotspur men, doth ebb and flow like the sea; being took
governed as the sea is, by the moon. As, for Mordake earl of Fife, and eldest son
proof, now: A purse of gold most resolutely To beaten Douglas, and the earls of Athol, snatched on Monday night, and most dissolutely Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith.
spent on Tuesday morning i got with swearingAnd is not this an honourable spoil ?
lay by; and spent with crying-bring in: now, A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?
in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder; and, West. In faith,
by and by, in as high a flow as the ridge of the It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
gallows. K. Hen. Vea, there thou mak'st me sad, and Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And mak'st me sin
is not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet In envy that my lord Northumberland
wench? Should be the father of so blest a son:
P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad A son, who is the theme of honour's tongue; of the castle. And is not a buff jerkin, a most Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; sweet robe of durance ? Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride: Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, in thy quips, and thy quiddities? whai a plague See riot and dishonour stain the brow
have I to do with a buff jerkin? Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with That some night tripping fairy had exchang'd my hostess of the tavern In cradle-clothes onr children where they lay, Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, And call'd mine-Percy, his-Plantagenet ! many a time and oft. Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. P. Hen. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy But let him from my thonghts :- What think part? you, coz',
Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid Of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, all there. Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd, P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, coin wonld stretch; and where it would not, I I shall have none but Mordake earl of Fife. have used my credit. West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Wor. Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here cester,
apparent that thou art heir apparent,-But, I Malevolent to you in all aspects;
pr'ythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up standing in England when thou art king ? and The crest of youth against your dignity. resolution thus fobbed as it is, with the rusty K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this: curb of old father antick the law? Do not thou, And, for this cause, a while we must neglect when thou art king, hang a thief. Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
P. Hen. No; thou shalt. Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a Will hold at Windsor, so inform the lords: brave judge Put come yourself with speed to us again; P. Hen. Thou judgest false already. I mean, For more is to be said, and to be done,
thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and Than out of anger can be uttered.
so become a rare hangman. West. I will, ny liege.
[Exeunt. Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it SCENE II.
jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in The same. Another Room in the Palace. the court, I can tell you. Enter Henry, Prince of Wales, and Falstaff.
P: Hen. For obtaining of suits ?
Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits: whereof the Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking as melancholy as a gib cat, or a lugged bear. of old sack, and unbuttoning thée after supper, P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire hast forgotten in demand that truly which thou bagpipe. would'st truly know. What the devil hast thou P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the to do with the time of the day ? unless hours melancholy of Moor-ditch ? were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and Fal. Thon hust the most unsavory similes: clucks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalof leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself liest, -sweet young prince, ---But, Hal, I pr’y; a fair hot wench in flame-colour'd taffeta ; I see thee, trouble me no more with vanity. 'I would no reason why thou should'st he so superfluous to God, thon and I knew where a commodity to demand the time of the day.
of good n:imes were to be bought: An old lord Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal : of the council rated me the other day in the for we, that take purses, go by the moon and street about you, sir; but I marked him not: seven stars; and not by Phæbus, --he, that wan. and yet he talk'd very wisely, but I regarded dering knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet him not : and yet he talk'd wisely, and in the wag, when thou art king, -as, God save thy street too. grace, (majesty, I should say; for grace thou P. Hen. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out wilt have none,)
in the streets, and no man regards it. P. Hen. What, none?
Fal. O thou hast damnable iteration; and art, Fal. No, by my troth; not so much as will indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast doné serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. much harm upon me, Hal.-God forgive thee for P. Hen. Well, how then ? come, roundly, it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; roundly:
and now am I, if a man should speak trnly, little Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art better than one of the wicked. I must give over king, let not us, that are squires of the night's this life, and I will give it over ; by the Lord, body, be called thieves of the day's beauty; let an I do not, I am a villain ; I'll be damned for us be-Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, never a king's son in Christendom. minions of the moon: And let men say, we be P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-mor men of good government: being governed as row, Jack ?
Fab Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an will they adventure upon the exploit themselves i
P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know
us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every Enter Poins, at a distance.
other appointment, to be ourselves. Fal Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll sin for a man to labour in his vocation. 'Poins ! tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, -Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases match it men were to be saved by merit, of buckram for the nonce, to inmask our noted what hole' in hell were hot enough for him ? outward garnients. This is the most omnipotent villain, that ever P. Hen. But, I doubt they will be too hard for cried, Stand, to a true man.
Us. P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.
Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; nionsieur Remorse? What says Sir John Sack and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees and-Sugar ? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this about thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good- jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this Friday last, for a cup of Madeira, and a cold same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at capou's leg?
supper ; how thirty, at least, he fought with; P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil what wards, what blows, what extremities he shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a endured : and, in the reproof of this, lies the jest. breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil his P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us due.
all things necessary, and meet me to-morrow Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy night in Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell. word with the devil.
Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Erit Poins. P. Hen. Else he had been damned for cozening P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while up the devil.
hold Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow The unyok'd humonr of your idleness ; morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, There are pilgrims going to Canterbury with Who doth permit the base contagious clouds rich offerings, and traders riding to London To smother up his beauty from the world, with fat purses; I have visors for you all, you That, when he please again to be himself, have horses for yourselves; Gadshill lies to- Being wanted, he may be more wondered at, night in Rochester ; I have bespoke supper 10- By breaking through the foul and ugly mists morrow night in Eastcheap ; we may do it as of vapours that did seem to strangle him. secure as sleep: If you will go, I will stuff your If all the year were playing holidays, purses full of crowns; If you will not, tarry at To sport would be as tedious as to work ; home, and be hanged.
But, when they seldom come, they wish'd fox Fal.' Hear me, Yedward ; if I tarry at home, come, and go not, I'll hang you for going
And, nothing pleaseth but rare accidents Poins. You will, chops ?
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one ?
And pay the debt I never promised, P. Hen. Who, I rob? 1 a thief ? not I, by my By how much better than my word I am, faith.
By so much shall 1 falsify men's hopes ; Fal. There's neither honesty manhood, nor And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes, shillings
Than that which bath no foil to set it off. P. Hen. Well, then, once in my days, I'll be a I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; mad-cap.
Redeeming time, when men think least I will. Fal. Why, that's well said.
[Erit. P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at
SCENE III. The same. home.
Another Room in the Palace. Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.
Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester, P. Hen. I care not.
Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. Poins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince K. Hen. My blood bath been too cold and and me alone; I will lay him down such reasons temperate, for this adventure, that he shall go.
Unapt to stir at these indignities, Fal. Well, may st thou have the spirit of per. And you have found me; for, accordingly, suasion, and he the cars of profiting, that what You iread upon my patience : but, be sure, thou speakest may move, and what he hears I will from henceforih rather be myself, may be believed, that the true prince may (for Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my condition, recreation sake) prove a false thief; for the poor which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell :
down, you shall find me in Eastcheap.
And therefore lost that title of respect, P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring ! Fare- Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the well, All-hallown summer! (Exit Falstaft:
proud. Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, deserves that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, The scourge of greatness to be used on it; Peto, and Gadshill, shall rob those men that And that same greatness too, which our own we have already way-laid ; yourself and I will hands not be there : and when they have the booty, if Have holp to make so portly, you and I do not rob them, cut this head from North. My lord my shoulders.
K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I do see 8. Hen. But how shall we part with them in Danger and disobedience in thine eye: setting forth 2
o, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after And majesty might never yet endure them, and appoint them a place of meeting, The moody frontier of a servant brow. wherein it is at our pleasure to fail ; and then you have good leave to leave us; when we need
Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. But by the chance of war.-i'o prove that true,
[Erit Worcester. Needs no more but one tongue for all shosa You were about to speak.
[ To North wounds, North.
Yen, my good lord. Those inouthed wounds, which valiantly he Those prisoners in your highness' name de
When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
In changing hardiment with great Glendower : Either envy, therefore, or misprision
Three times they breath'd, and three times did Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
they drink, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood : But, I remember, when the fight was done, Who then affrighted with their bloody looks When I was dry, with rage, and extreme toil,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, And hrá his crisp head in the hollow bank, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Blood-stained with these valiant combatanis. Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new Never did bare and rotten policy reap'd,
Colour her working with such deadly wounda;
Receive so many, and all willingly :
K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost He gave his nose, and took 't away again ;
belie him ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, He never did encounter with Glendower ; Took it in snuff :-and still he smil'd, and talk’d; I tell thee, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He durst as well have met the devil alone, He call'd them-untaught knaves, immannerly, As Owen Glendower for an enemy To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Art thou not ashamed ? But, sirrah, henceforth Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer : With many holiday and lady terms
Send me your prisoners with the specdiest He question'd me; among the rest demanded
means, My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf. Or you shall hear in such a kind from me 1 then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, As will displease you.-My Lord Northumber. To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
land, Out of my grief and my impatience,
We license your departure with your son : Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what; Send us your prisoneas, or you'll hear of it. He should, or he should not ;-for he made me [Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. mad,
Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, I will not send them; - I will after straight, And talk so like a waiting.gentlewoman,
And tell him so ; for I will ease my heart, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the Although it be with hazard of my head. mark!)
North. What, drunk with choler ? stay, and And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Speak of Mortimer ? Which iany a good tall fellow had destroy'd 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, Want mercy, if I do not join with him : He wonld himself have been a soldier.
Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust, I answer'd indirectly, as I said ;
But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer And, I beseech you, let not his report As high i' the air as this unthankful king, Come current for an accusation,
As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. Betwixt my love and your bigh majesty. North. Brother, the king hath made your Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my nephew mad.
[To Worcester. lord,
Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was Whatever Harry Percy then had said, To such a person, and in such a place,
Hot. He wil, forsooth, have all my prisoners; At such a time, with all the rest re-told, And when I urg'd the ransom once aguin May reasonably die, and never rise
Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; To do hiin wrong, or any way impeach And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, What then he said, so he unsay it now. Trembling even at the name of Mortimer. K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proBut with proviso, and exception,
claim'd, That we, at our own charge, shall ransom By Richard that dead is, the next of blood ? straigh:
North. He was; I heard the proclamation: His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; And then it was, when the unhappy king Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd (Whose wrongs in as God pardon !) did set forth The lives of those that he did lead to fight Upon his Irish expedition ; Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower; From whence he, intercepted, did return Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March To be depos'd, and, shortly, murdered. Hath lately married. Shall onr coffers then Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home?
wide mouth Shall we buy treason ? and indent with fears, Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.
[then When they have lost and forfeited themselves? Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did King Richard No, on the barren mountains let him starve; Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer Por I shall never hold that man my friend, Heir to the crown ? Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost North.
He did; myself did hear it. To ransom home revolted Mortimer:
Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, Hot. Revolted Mortimer !
That wish'd him on the barren mountains He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,