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Took it in snuff *]. -- And still he smild, and talk'd ' And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,

He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, * To bring a slovenly, unhandsome coarse • Betwixt the wind, and his nobility:

With many holiday and lady terms " He question'd me : amongst the reit, demanded • My prisoners, in your Majesty's behalf. . I then all smarting with my wounds; being gald • To be fo pester'd with a popinjay,

Out of my grief, and my impatience, • Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what: • He should, or should not; for he made me mad, "To see hin shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, . And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, [mark!).

guns, and drums, and wounds; (God save the And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth

Was parmacity for an inward bruise; • And that it was great pity, so it was,

This villanous falt-petre thould be digg'd "Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd "So cowardly: and but for these vile guns, • He would himself have been a soldier. This bald, unjointed chat of his, my Lord, I answer'd indirectly t, as I said; And I beseech you, let not his report. Come currant for an accusation, Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.

Blunt. The circumítance confider'd, good my Lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said, To such a person, and in such a place, At such a time, with all the rest retold, May reasonably die; and never rise To do him wrong, or any way impeach. What he then said, see, he unsays it now.

K. Henry. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
But with proviso and exception,
That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;

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Who, on my foul, hath wilfully betray'd
The lives of those that he did lead to fight'
Againt the great magician, damn'd Glendower;
Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March +
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
Be empty'd, to redeem a traitor home?
Shall we buy treason? and indent * with fears
When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
No; on the barren mountains let him ftarve;
For I shall never hold that man my friend,
Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Hot. Revolted Mortimer ?
He never did fall off, my sov'reign Liege,"
But 'bides 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 sedgie bank;.
In single opposition, hand to hand,
He did confound the best part of an hour
In changing hardiment with great Glendower,
Three times they breath’d, and three times did they
Upon agreement of swift Severn's flood; · [drink,
Who then affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
And hid his crisp'd head in the hollow bank,
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.
Never did base and rotten policy
Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Nor ever could the noble Mortiiner
Receive so many, and all willingly.
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.

K. Henry. Thou dost belye him, Percy, thou belyek He never did encounter with Glendower; He durst as well have met the devil alone, Aš Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art not ashạm'd? but, firrah, from this hour Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer. Send me your prisoners with the speedieft means, Or you shall bear in such a kind from me As will displease you.--My Lord Northumberland, * Indent, for article, bargain.

We

[him,

We license your departure with your fon.
Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.

[Exit. K. Henry.
Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them,
I will not send them, I will after strait,
And tell him fo; for I will ease my

heart, Although it be with hazard of

my

head. North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause Here comes your uncle.

[a while : Enter Worcester. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? Yes, I will speak of him; and let my foai Want mercy, if I do not join with him. In his behalf, I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop in duft, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer, As high i' th' air as this unthankful King, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. North. Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad. i

[To Worcester Wor. Who strook this heat up after I was gone?

Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners:
And when I urge'd the ranfom 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 ev'n at the name of Mortimer.

Wor. I cannot blame him; was he not proclaim'd, By Richard that is dead, 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 1) did fet forth
Upon his Irish expedition ;
From whence he, intercepted, did return
To be depos'd, and shortly murthered.

Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. [mouth

Hot. But foft, I pray you;--did King Richard the
Proclaim my brother Mortimer
Heir to the crown?

North. He did; myself did hear it,
Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin King,

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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 fake wear the detested blot
Of murd'rous subornation : shall it be,
That you a world of curses undergo,
Being the agents or base second means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
(O pardon me, that I descend fo low,
To Thew the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle King);
Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
Or fill up chronicies in time to come,
That men of your nobility and power
Engaged 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 Thames

ye

underwent ? No; ; yet time serves, wherein you may

redeem
Your Banish'd honours, and restore yourfelves
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 unto you,
Ev’n with the bloody payments of your deaths ;
Therefore I say

Wor. 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’erwalk a current roaring loud,
On the unstedfast 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 fouth;
And let them grapple. 0! the blood more ftirs
To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.
i. ii of a spear laid across.

North

North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

Hot. By heav'n, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright Honour from the pale-face'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-face'd tellowship !

Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend. Good cousin, give me andience for a while.

Hot. I cry you mercy.

Wor. Those fame Noble Scots,
That are your prisoners

Hot. I'll keep them all.
By Heav'n, he ihall 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 ;
Those prisoners you thall keep.

Hot. I will; that's flat:
He said, he would not ransom Mortimer :
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer:
But I will find him wlien he lies asleep,
And in his ear I'll holla, Mortimer!
Nay, I will have a farling taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
To keep his anger still in motion.
Wor. Hear you, cousin, a word.

Hot. All studies here I folemnly defy,
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
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. Farewel, my kinsman; I will taik to you, When you are better temper'd to attend.

North. Why, what a vatp-tongue'd and impatient Art thou, to break into ihis woman's inood, [fool

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