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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 ransome 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 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 depos'd, and shortly, murdered. Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's

wide mouth Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of.

Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did king Richard then Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortiiner 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 Upon the head of this forgetful man; And, for his sake, wear the detested blot Of murd'rous subornation,-shall it be, That you a world of curses undergo; Being the agențs, or base second means, The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather:0, pardon me, that I descend so low, To show the line, and the predicament,

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? an eye of death,] That is, an eye menacing death,


Wherein you range under this subtle king- .
Shall it, for shame, be spoken in these days,
Or fill


chronicles in time to come, That men of your nobility and power, Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,As both of you, God pardon it! have done ---To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke? And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken, That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off By him, for whom these shames


No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem
Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
Into the good thoughts of the world again:
Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd* contempt,
Of this proud king; who studies, day and night,
To answer all the debt he owes to you,
Even with the bloody payment


Therefore, I says

Peace, cousin, say no more: And now I will unclasp a secret book, And to your quick-conceiving discontents I'll read you matter deep and dangerous; As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit, As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear. Hot. If he fall in, good night:-or sink or

swim :Send danger from the east unto the west, So honour cross it from the north to south, And let them grapple;--0! 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.



this canker, Bolingbroke?] The canker-rose is the dog rose, the flower of the Cynosbaton. .

4 disdain'd-] For disdainful.

Hot, By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; 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.

Those same noble Scots,
That are your prisoners,

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,
And lend no ear unto my purposes.
Those prisoners you

shall keep.

Nay, I will; that's flat: He said, he would not ransome Mortimer; Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer; But I will find him when he lies asleep, And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer! Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, To keep his anger still in motion.



5 But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!] A coat is said to be faced, when part of it, as the sleeves or bosom, is covered with something finer or more splendid than the main substance. The mantua-makers still use the word. Half-fac'd fellowship is then “ partnership but half-adorned, partnership which yet wants half the show of dignities and honours.” JOHNSON.

- a world of figures here,] Figures mean shapes created by Hotspur's imagination.

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you, Cousin; a word.

Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Boling broke: And that same sword - and - buckler prince of

Wales, But that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poison’d with a pot of ale.

Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient

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 scourg'd

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 Gloucestershire;-
'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept;
His uncle York ;-where I first bow'd my knee
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,
When you and he came back from Ravenspurg.

North. At Berkley castle.
Hot. You

say true:Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! Look --when his infant fortune came to age, And,-gentle Harry Percy,—and, kind cousin,0, the devil take such cozeners!--God forgive O


? And that same sword-and-buckler prince of Wales,] A royster or turbulent fellow, that fought in taverns, or raised disorders in the streets, was called a Swash-buckler, In this sense sword-and. buckler is here used,


Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.

Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again; We'll stay your

leisure. Hot.

I have done, i'faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. Deliver them


without their ransome 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 assurd, 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 belov'd, 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
Is ruminated, plotted, and set down;
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

Họt. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.
North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still let'sé

slip. Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble

And then the power of Scotland, and of York,-
To join with Mortimer, ha?

And so they shall.
Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,

8 I speak not this in estimation,] Estimation for conjecture.

let'st slip.] To let slip, is to loose the greyhound.


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