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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, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew
Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners : ,
Wor. I cannot blame him; was he not proclaim'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 Heaven pardon!) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence-he, intercepted, did return To be depos'd, and, shortly, murdered. 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 starv'd. But shall't, for shame, be spoken in these days, Or fill up chronicles in time to come, That men of your nobility, and power, Did 'gage them both in an unjust behalf, (As both of you, Heaven pardon it! have done,)
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
of deaths :Therefore, I say,
Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more:
Hot. If he fall in, good night:-or sink, or swim :-
North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives bim beyond the bounds of patience.
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,
cry you mercy.
Hot. I'll keep ihem all;
Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat :
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 scourg'd 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, 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;
And,_“ gentle Harry Percy.”—and, “ kind cou
sin, O, the devil take such cozeners ! Heaven forgive
me! Good uncle, tell your talė, for I have done.
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again; We'll stay your leisure.
Hot. I have done, i'faith.
Wür. 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 assurd, Will easily be granted.--You, my lord, 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
Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.
Wor. And so they shall.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfy'd,
Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him.
Wor. Cousin, farewell:-no further go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course. North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I
trust. Hot. Uncle, adieu :--0, let the hours be short, . Till fields, and blows, and groans, applaud our sport!
ACT THE SECOND.
An Inn Yard at Rochester.
Enter a Carrier, with a Lantern in his Hand.
1 Car. Heigho! 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 pack'd. What, Ostler!
Ošt. (Within.] Anon, anon.
1 Car. I pr’ythre, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the print; 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,