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when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my shoulders.
P. Hen. But how shall we part with them ip setting forth?
Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they ad. venture upon the exploit themselves: which they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.
P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other ap. pointment, to be ourselves.
Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram for the nonce*, to immask our noted outward garments.
P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for us.
Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured ; and, in the reprooft of this, lies the jest.
P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord.
[Exit Poins. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
The same. Another room in the palace.
Enter King Henry, Northumberland, Worcester,
Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others.
K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and tempe.
rate, Unapt to stir at these indignities, And you have found me; for, accordingly, You tread upon my patience: but, be sure, I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty, and to be fear'd, than my conditiont; Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down, And therefore lost that title of respect, Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud.
Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little de
serves The scourge of greatness to be used on it; And that same greatness too which our own hands Have holp to make so portly.
North. My lord,
K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see danger And disobedience in thine eye: 0, sir, Your presence is too bold and peremptory, And majesty might never yet endure The moody frontier* of a servant brow. You have good leavet to leave us; when we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
[Erit Worcester. You were about to speak.
[To North. North.
Yea, my good lord. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Were, as he says, not with such strength denied As is deliver'd to your majesty: Either enry, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
Hot. My, liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dressid, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt liis finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box I, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in souff:--and still he smild, and talk'd ; And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them--untaught knaves, unmaunerly,
+ Ready assent.
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners ;
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer ;
Hot. Revolted Mortimer!
drink, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's food; Who then affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, And hid his crisps head in the hollow bank Blood-stained with these valiant combatants, Never did bare and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Nor never could the noble Mortimer Receive so many, and all willingly: 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;
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