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The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.
[335]
Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded, Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke, Were (as he sayes) not with such strength denied As was deliuered to your Maiesty: Who either through enuy, or misprision,
[340]
Was guilty of this fault; and not my Sonne. Hot. My Liege, I did deny no Prisoners. But, I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with Rage, and extreame Toyle, Breathlesse, and Faint, leaning vpon my Sword,
[345]
Came there a certaine Lord, neat and trimly drest; Fresh as a Bride‑groome, and his Chin new reapt, Shew'd like a stubble Land at Haruest home. He was perfumed like a Milliner, And 'twixt his Finger and his Thumbe, he held
[350]
A Pouncet‑box: which euer and anon He gaue his Nose, and took't away againe: Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Tooke it in Snuffe: And still he smil'd and talk'd: And as the Souldiers bare dead bodies by,
[355]
He call'd them vntaught Knaues, Vnmannerly, To bring a slouenly vnhandsome Coarse Betwixt the Winde, and his Nobility. With many Holiday and Lady tearme He question'd me: Among the rest, demanded
[360]
My Prisoners, in your Maiesties behalfe. I then, all‑smarting, with my wounds being cold, (To be so pestered with a Popingay) Out of my Greefe, and my Impatience, Answer'd (neglectingly)I know not what,
[365]
He should, or should not: For he made me mad, To see him shine so briske, and smell so sweet, And talke so like a Waiting‑Gentlewoman, Of Guns, & Drums, and Wounds: God saue the marke; And telling me, the Soueraign'st thing on earth
[370]
Was Parmacity, for an inward bruise: And that it was great pitty, so it was, That villanous Salt‑peter should be digg'd Out of the Bowels of the harmlesse Earth, Which many a good Tall Fellow had destroy'd
[375]
So Cowardly. And but for these vile Gunnes, He would himselfe haue beene a Souldier. This bald, vnioynted Chat of his (my Lord) Made me to answer indirectly (as I said.) And I beseech you, let not this report
[380]
Come currant for an Accusation, Betwixt my Loue, and your high Maiesty. Blunt. The circumstance considered, good my Lord, What euer Harry Percie then had said, To such a person, and in such a place,
[385]
At such a time, with all the rest retold, May reasonably dye, and neuer rise To do him wrong, or any way impeach What then he said, so he vnsay it now. King. Why yet doth deny his Prisoners,
[390]
But with Prouiso and Exception, That we at our owne charge, shall ransome straight His Brother‑in‑Law, the foolish Mortimer, Who (in my soule) hath wilfully betraid The liues of those, that he did leade to Fight,
[395]
Against the great Magitian, damn'd Glendower: Whole daughter (as we heare) the Earle of March Hath lately married. Shall our Coffers then, Be emptied, to redeeme a Traitor home? Shall we buy Treason? and indent with Feares,
[400]
When they haue lost and forfeyted themselues.

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No: on the barren Mountaine let him sterue; For I shall neuer hold that man my Friend, An ink mark follows the end of this line. Whose tongue shall aske me for one peny cost To ransome home reuolted Mortimer. Hot.
[405]
Reuolted Mortimer? He neuer did sail off, my Soueraigne Liege, But by the chance of Warre: to proue that true, Needs no more but one tongue. For all those Wounds, Those mouthed Wounds, which valiantly he tooke,
[410]
When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie banke, In single Opposition hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an houre In changing hardiment with great Glendower: Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink
[415]
Vpon agreement, of swift Seuernes flood; Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes, Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds, And hid his crispe‑head in the hollow banke, Blood‑stained with these Valiant Combatants.
[420]
Neuer did base and rotten Policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Nor neuer could the Noble Mortimer Receiue so many, and all willingly: Then let him not be sland'red with Reuolt. King.
[425]
Thou do'st bely him Percy, thou dost bely him; He neuer did encounter with Glendower: I tell thee, he durst as well haue met the diuell alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not asham'd? But Sirrah, henceforth
[430]
Let me not heare you speake of Mortimer. Send me your Prisoners with the speediest meanes, Or you shall heare in such a kinde from me As will displease ye. My Lord Northumberland, We License your departure with your sonne,
[435]
Send vs your Prisoners, or you'l heare of it. Exit King. Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them I will not send them. I will after straight And tell him so: for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. Nor.
[440]
What? drunke with choller ? stay & pause a while, Heere comes your Vnckle. Enter Worcester. Hot. Speake of Mortimer? Yes, I will speake of him, and let my soule Want mercy, if I do not ioyne with him.
[445]
In his behalfe, Ile empty all these Veines, And shed my deere blood drop by drop i'th dust, But I will lift the downfall Mortimer As high i'th Ayre, as this Vnthankfull King, As rhis Ingrate and Cankred Bullingbrooke. Nor.
[450]
Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad Wor. Who strooke this heate vp after I was gone ? Hot. He will (forsooth) haue all my Prisoners: And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe Of my Wiues Brother, then his cheeke look'd pale,
[455]
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 proclaim'd By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? Nor. He was: I heard the Proclamation,
[460]
And then it was, when the vnhappy King (Whose wrongs in vs God pardon) did set forth Vpon his Irish Expedition: From whence he intercepted, did returne To be depos'd, and shortly murthered. Wor.
[465]
And for whose death, we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd, snd fouly spoken of. e Hot.

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Scœna Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspurre, Sir Walter Blunt, and others. King. My blood hath beene too cold and temperate, Vnapt to stirre at these indignities, And you haue found me; for accordingly,
[315]
You tread vpon my patience: But be sure, I will from henceforth rather be my Selfe, Mighty, and to be fear'd, then my condition Which hath beene smooth as Oyle, soft as yong Downe, And therefore lost that Title of respect,
[320]
Which the proud soule ne're payes, but to the proud. Wor. Our house (my Soueraigne Liege) little deserues The scourge of greatnesse to be vsed on it, And that same greatnesse too, which our owne hands Haue holpe to make so portly. Nor.
[325]
My Lord. King. Worcester get thee gone: for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye. O sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, And Maiestie might neuer yet endure
[330]
The moody Frontier of a seruant brow, You haue good leaue to leaue vs. When we need Your vse and counsell, we shall send for you. You were about to speake. North. Yea, my good Lord.
[335]
Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded, Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke, Were (as he sayes) not with such strength denied As was deliuered to your Maiesty: Who either through enuy, or misprision,
[340]
Was guilty of this fault; and not my Sonne. Hot. My Liege, I did deny no Prisoners. But, I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with Rage, and extreame Toyle, Breathlesse, and Faint, leaning vpon my Sword,
[345]
Came there a certaine Lord, neat and trimly drest; Fresh as a Bride‑groome, and his Chin new reapt, Shew'd like a stubble Land at Haruest home. He was perfumed like a Milliner, And 'twixt his Finger and his Thumbe, he held
[350]
A Pouncet‑box: which euer and anon He gaue his Nose, and took't away againe: Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Tooke it in Snuffe: And still he smil'd and talk'd: And as the Souldiers bare dead bodies by,
[355]
He call'd them vntaught Knaues, Vnmannerly, To bring a slouenly vnhandsome Coarse Betwixt the Winde, and his Nobility. With many Holiday and Lady tearme He question'd me: Among the rest, demanded
[360]
My Prisoners, in your Maiesties behalfe. I then, all‑smarting, with my wounds being cold, (To be so pestered with a Popingay) Out of my Greefe, and my Impatience, Answer'd (neglectingly)I know not what,
[365]
He should, or should not: For he made me mad, To see him shine so briske, and smell so sweet, And talke so like a Waiting‑Gentlewoman, Of Guns, & Drums, and Wounds: God saue the marke; And telling me, the Soueraign'st thing on earth
[370]
Was Parmacity, for an inward bruise: And that it was great pitty, so it was, That villanous Salt‑peter should be digg'd Out of the Bowels of the harmlesse Earth, Which many a good Tall Fellow had destroy'd
[375]
So Cowardly. And but for these vile Gunnes, He would himselfe haue beene a Souldier. This bald, vnioynted Chat of his (my Lord) Made me to answer indirectly (as I said.) And I beseech you, let not this report
[380]
Come currant for an Accusation, Betwixt my Loue, and your high Maiesty. Blunt. The circumstance considered, good my Lord, What euer Harry Percie then had said, To such a person, and in such a place,
[385]
At such a time, with all the rest retold, May reasonably dye, and neuer rise To do him wrong, or any way impeach What then he said, so he vnsay it now. King. Why yet doth deny his Prisoners,
[390]
But with Prouiso and Exception, That we at our owne charge, shall ransome straight His Brother‑in‑Law, the foolish Mortimer, Who (in my soule) hath wilfully betraid The liues of those, that he did leade to Fight,
[395]
Against the great Magitian, damn'd Glendower: Whole daughter (as we heare) the Earle of March Hath lately married. Shall our Coffers then, Be emptied, to redeeme a Traitor home? Shall we buy Treason? and indent with Feares,
[400]
When they haue lost and forfeyted themselues. No: on the barren Mountaine let him sterue; For I shall neuer hold that man my Friend, An ink mark follows the end of this line. Whose tongue shall aske me for one peny cost To ransome home reuolted Mortimer. Hot.
[405]
Reuolted Mortimer? He neuer did sail off, my Soueraigne Liege, But by the chance of Warre: to proue that true, Needs no more but one tongue. For all those Wounds, Those mouthed Wounds, which valiantly he tooke,
[410]
When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie banke, In single Opposition hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an houre In changing hardiment with great Glendower: Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink
[415]
Vpon agreement, of swift Seuernes flood; Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes, Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds, And hid his crispe‑head in the hollow banke, Blood‑stained with these Valiant Combatants.
[420]
Neuer did base and rotten Policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Nor neuer could the Noble Mortimer Receiue so many, and all willingly: Then let him not be sland'red with Reuolt. King.
[425]
Thou do'st bely him Percy, thou dost bely him; He neuer did encounter with Glendower: I tell thee, he durst as well haue met the diuell alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not asham'd? But Sirrah, henceforth
[430]
Let me not heare you speake of Mortimer. Send me your Prisoners with the speediest meanes, Or you shall heare in such a kinde from me As will displease ye. My Lord Northumberland, We License your departure with your sonne,
[435]
Send vs your Prisoners, or you'l heare of it. Exit King. Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them I will not send them. I will after straight And tell him so: for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. Nor.
[440]
What? drunke with choller ? stay & pause a while, Heere comes your Vnckle. Enter Worcester. Hot. Speake of Mortimer? Yes, I will speake of him, and let my soule Want mercy, if I do not ioyne with him.
[445]
In his behalfe, Ile empty all these Veines, And shed my deere blood drop by drop i'th dust, But I will lift the downfall Mortimer As high i'th Ayre, as this Vnthankfull King, As rhis Ingrate and Cankred Bullingbrooke. Nor.
[450]
Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad Wor. Who strooke this heate vp after I was gone ? Hot. He will (forsooth) haue all my Prisoners: And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe Of my Wiues Brother, then his cheeke look'd pale,
[455]
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 proclaim'd By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? Nor. He was: I heard the Proclamation,
[460]
And then it was, when the vnhappy King (Whose wrongs in vs God pardon) did set forth Vpon his Irish Expedition: From whence he intercepted, did returne To be depos'd, and shortly murthered. Wor.
[465]
And for whose death, we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd, snd fouly spoken of. Hot. But soft I pray you; did King Richard then Proclaime my brother Mortimer, Heyre to the Crowne? Nor.
[470]
He did, my selfe did heare it. Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Cousin King, That wish'd him on the barren Mountaines staru'd. But shall it be, that you that set the Crowne Vpon the head of this forgetfull man,
[475]
And for his sake, wore the detested blot Of murtherous subornation? Shall it be, That you a world of curses vndergoe, Being the Agents, or base second meanes, The Cords, the Ladder, or the Hangman rather?
[480]
O pardon, if that I descend so low, To shew the Line, and the Predicament Wherein you range vnder this subtill King. Shall it for shame, be spoken in these dayes, Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come,
[485]
That men of your Nobility and Power, Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe (As Both of you, God pardon it, haue done) To put downe Richard, that sweet louely Rose, And plant this Thorne, this Canker Bullingbrooke?
[490]
And shall it in more shame be further spoken, That you are fool'd, discarded, and shooke off By him, for whom these shames ye vnder went? No: yet time serues, wherein you may redeeme Your banish'd Honors, and restore your selues
[495]
Into the good Thoughts of the world againe. Reuenge the geering and disdain'd contempt Of this proud King, who studies day and night To answer all the Debt the owes vnto you, Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths:
[500]
Therefore I say⸺ Wor. Peace Cousin, say no more. And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke, And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents, Ile reade you Matter, deepe and dangerous,
[505]
As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit, As to o're‑walke a Current, roaring loud On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare. Hot. If he fall in, good night, or sinke or swimme: Send danger from the East vnto the West,
[510]
So Honor crosse it from the North to South, And let them grapple: The blood more stirres To rowze a Lyon, then to start a Hare. Nor. Imagination of some great exploit, Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience. Hot.
[515]
By heauen, me thinkes it were an easie leap, To plucke bright Honor from the pale‑fac'd Moone, Or diue into the bottome of the deepe, Where Fadome‑line could neuer touch the ground, And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes:
[520]
So he that doth redeeme her thence, might weare Without Co‑riuall, all her Dignities: But out vpon this halfe‑fac'd Fellowship. Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here, But not the forme of what he should attend:
[525]
Good Cousin giue me audience for a‑while, And list to me. Hot. I cry you mercy. Wor. Those same Noble Scottes That are your Prisoners. Hot.
[530]
Ile keepe them all. By heauen, he shall not haue a Scot of them: No, if a Scot would saue his Soule, he shall not. Ile keepe them, by this Hand. Wor. You start away,
[535]
And lend no eare vnto my purposes. Those Prisoners you shall keepe. Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat: He said, he would not ransome Mortimer: Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer.
[540]
But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe, And in his eare, Ile holla Mortimer. Nay, Ile haue a Starling shall be taught to speake Nothing but Mortimer, and giue it him, To keepe his anger still in motion. Wor.
[545]
Heare you Cousin: a word. Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie, Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke, And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales. But that I thinke his Father loues him not,
[550]
And would be glad he met with some mischance, I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale. Wor. Farewell Kinsman: Ile talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend. Nor. Why what a Waspe‑tongu'd & impatient foole
[555]
Art thou, to breake into this Womans mood, Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne? Hot. Why look you, I am whipt & scourg'd with rods, Netled, and stung with Pismires, when I heare Of this vile Politician Bullingbrooke.
[560]
In Richards time: What de'ye call the place? A plague vpon't, it is in Gloustershi e: 'Twas, where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept, His Vncle Yorke, where I first bow'd my knee Vnto this King of Smiles, this Bullingbrooke:
[565]
When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh. Nor. At Barkley Castle. Hot. You say true: Why what a caudie deale of curtesie, This fawning Grey‑hound then did proffer me.
[570]
Looke when his infant Fortune came to age, And gentle Harry Percy, and kinde Cousin: O, the Diuell take such Couzeners, God forgiue me, Good Vncle tell your tale, for I haue done. Wor. Nay, if you haue not, too't againe,
[575]
Wee'l stay your leysure. Hot.

I haue done insooth.

 Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners. Deliuer them vp without their ransome staight, And make the Dowglas sonne your onely meane
[580]
For powres in Scotland: which for diuers reasons Which I shall send you written, be assur'd Will easily be granted you, my Lord. Your Sonne in Scotland being thus impl y'd, Shall secretly into the bosome creepe
[585]
Of that same noble Prelate, well belou'd, The Archbishop. Hot. Of Yorke, is't not? Wor. True, who beares hard His Brothers death at Bristow, the Lord Scroope.
[590]
I speake not this in estimation, As what I thinke might be, but what I know Is ruminated, plotted, and set downe, And onely stayes but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on. Hot.
[595]
I smell it: Vpon my life, it will do wond'rous well. Nor. Before the game's a‑foot, thou still let'st slip. Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a Noble plot, And then the power of Scotland, and of Yorke
[600]
To ioyne with Mortimer, Ha. Wor. And so they shall. Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd. Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids vs speed, To saue our heads, by raising of a Head:
[605]
For, beare our selues as euen as we can, The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt, And thinke, we thinke our selues vnsatisfied; Till he hath found a time to pay vs home. And see already, how he doth beginne
[610]
To make vs strengers to his lookes of loue. Hot. He does, he does; wee'l be reueng'd on him. Wor. Cousin, farewell. No further go in this, Then I by Letters shall direct your course When time is ripe, which will be sodainly:
[615]
Ile steale to Glendower, and loe, Mortimer, Where you, and Dowglas, and our powres at once, As I will fashion it, shall happily meete, To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes, Which now we hold at much vncertainty. Nor.
[620]
Farewell good Brother, we shall thriue, I trust. Hot. Vncle, adieu: O let the houres be short, Till fields, and blowes, and grones, applaud our sport. exit
 

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      <l n="376">He would himselfe haue beene a Souldier.</l>
      <l n="377">This bald, vnioynted Chat of his (my Lord)</l>
      <l n="378">Made me to answer indirectly (as I said.)</l>
      <l n="379">And I beseech you, let not this report</l>
      <l n="380">Come currant for an Accusation,</l>
      <l n="381">Betwixt my Loue, and your high Maiesty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-blu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Blunt.</speaker>
      <l n="382">The circumstance considered, good my Lord,</l>
      <l n="383">What euer<hi rend="italic">Harry Percie</hi>then had said,</l>
      <l n="384">To such a person, and in such a place,</l>
      <l n="385">At such a time, with all the rest retold,</l>
      <l n="386">May reasonably dye, and neuer rise</l>
      <l n="387">To do him wrong, or any way impeach</l>
      <l n="388">What then he said, so he vnsay it now.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn4">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="389">Why yet doth deny his Prisoners,</l>
      <l n="390">But with Prouiso and Exception,</l>
      <l n="391">That we at our owne charge, shall ransome straight</l>
      <l n="392">His Brother‑in‑Law, the foolish<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>,</l>
      <l n="393">Who (in my soule) hath wilfully betraid</l>
      <l n="394">The liues of those, that he did leade to Fight,</l>
      <l n="395">Against the great Magitian, damn'd<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>:</l>
      <l n="396">Whole daughter (as we heare) the Earle of March</l>
      <l n="397">Hath lately married. Shall our Coffers then,</l>
      <l n="398">Be emptied, to redeeme a Traitor home?</l>
      <l n="399">Shall we buy Treason? and indent with Feares,</l>
      <l n="400">When they haue lost and forfeyted themselues.</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="401">No: on the barren Mountaine let him sterue;</l>
      <l n="402">For I shall neuer hold that man my Friend,<note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
      </l>
      <l n="403">Whose tongue shall aske me for one peny cost</l>
      <l n="404">To<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="uninkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>ransome home reuolted<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="405">Reuolted<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>?</l>
      <l n="406">He neuer did sail off, my Soueraigne Liege,</l>
      <l n="407">But by the chance of Warre: to proue that true,</l>
      <l n="408">Needs no more but one tongue. For all those Wounds,</l>
      <l n="409">Those mouthed Wounds, which valiantly he tooke,</l>
      <l n="410">When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie banke,</l>
      <l n="411">In single Opposition hand to hand,</l>
      <l n="412">He did confound the best part of an houre</l>
      <l n="413">In changing hardiment with great<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>:</l>
      <l n="414">Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink</l>
      <l n="415">Vpon agreement, of swift Seuernes flood;</l>
      <l n="416">Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes,</l>
      <l n="417">Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds,</l>
      <l n="418">And hid his crispe‑head in the hollow banke,</l>
      <l n="419">Blood‑stained with these Valiant Combatants.</l>
      <l n="420">Neuer did base and rotten Policy</l>
      <l n="421">Colour her working with such deadly wounds;</l>
      <l n="422">Nor neuer could the Noble<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="423">Receiue so many, and all willingly:</l>
      <l n="424">Then let him not be sland'red with Reuolt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hn4">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="425">Thou do'st bely him<hi rend="italic">Percy</hi>, thou dost bely him;</l>
      <l n="426">He neuer did encounter with<hi rend="italic">Glendower:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="427">I tell thee, he durst as well haue met the diuell alone,</l>
      <l n="428">As<hi rend="italic">Owen Glendower</hi>for an enemy.</l>
      <l n="429">Art thou not asham'd? But Sirrah, henceforth</l>
      <l n="430">Let me not heare you speake of<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>.</l>
      <l n="431">Send me your Prisoners with the speediest meanes,</l>
      <l n="432">Or you shall heare in such a kinde from me</l>
      <l n="433">As will displease ye. My Lord<hi rend="italic">Northumberland</hi>,</l>
      <l n="434">We License your departure with your sonne,</l>
      <l n="435">Send vs your Prisoners, or you'l heare of it.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit King.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="436">And if the diuell come and roare for them</l>
      <l n="437">I will not send them. I will after straight</l>
      <l n="438">And tell him so: for I will ease my heart,</l>
      <l n="439">Although it be with hazard of my head.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="440">What? drunke with choller<c rend="italic">?</c>stay &amp; pause a while,</l>
      <l n="441">Heere comes your Vnckle.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="entrance">Enter Worcester.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="442">Speake of<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>?</l>
      <l n="443">Yes, I will speake of him, and let my soule</l>
      <l n="444">Want mercy, if I do not ioyne with him.</l>
      <l n="445">In his behalfe, Ile empty all these Veines,</l>
      <l n="446">And shed my deere blood drop by drop i'th dust,</l>
      <l n="447">But I will lift the downfall<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="448">As high i'th Ayre, as this Vnthankfull King,</l>
      <l n="449">As rhis Ingrate and Cankred<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="450">Brother, the King hath made your Nephew mad</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="451">Who strooke this heate vp after I was gone<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="452">He will (forsooth) haue all my Prisoners:</l>
      <l n="453">And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe</l>
      <l n="454">Of my Wiues Brother, then his cheeke look'd pale,</l>
      <l n="455">And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,</l>
      <l n="456">Trembling even at the name of<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="457">I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd</l>
      <l n="458">By<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>that dead is, the next of blood?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="459">He was: I heard the Proclamation,</l>
      <l n="460">And then it was, when the vnhappy King</l>
      <l n="461">(Whose wrongs in vs God pardon) did set forth</l>
      <l n="462">Vpon his Irish Expedition:</l>
      <l n="463">From whence he intercepted, did returne</l>
      <l n="464">To be depos'd, and shortly murthered.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="465">And for whose death, we in the worlds wide mouth</l>
      <l n="466">Liue scandaliz'd, snd fouly spoken of.</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0374-0.jpg" n="52"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="467">But soft I pray you; did King<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>then</l>
      <l n="468">Proclaime my brother<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>,</l>
      <l n="469">Heyre to the Crowne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="470">He did, my selfe did heare it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="471">Nay then I cannot blame his Cousin King,</l>
      <l n="472">That wish'd him on the barren Mountaines staru'd.</l>
      <l n="473">But shall it be, that you that set the Crowne</l>
      <l n="474">Vpon the head of this forgetfull man,</l>
      <l n="475">And for his sake, wore the detested blot</l>
      <l n="476">Of murtherous subornation? Shall it be,</l>
      <l n="477">That you a world of curses vndergoe,</l>
      <l n="478">Being the Agents, or base second meanes,</l>
      <l n="479">The Cords, the Ladder, or the Hangman rather?</l>
      <l n="480">O pardon, if that I descend so low,</l>
      <l n="481">To shew the Line, and the Predicament</l>
      <l n="482">Wherein you range vnder this subtill King.</l>
      <l n="483">Shall it for shame, be spoken in these dayes,</l>
      <l n="484">Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come,</l>
      <l n="485">That men of your Nobility and Power,</l>
      <l n="486">Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe</l>
      <l n="487">(As Both of you, God pardon it, haue done)</l>
      <l n="488">To put downe<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, that sweet louely Rose,</l>
      <l n="489">And plant this Thorne, this Canker<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>?</l>
      <l n="490">And shall it in more shame be further spoken,</l>
      <l n="491">That you are fool'd, discarded, and shooke off</l>
      <l n="492">By him, for whom these shames ye vnder went?</l>
      <l n="493">No: yet time serues, wherein you may redeeme</l>
      <l n="494">Your banish'd Honors, and restore your selues</l>
      <l n="495">Into the good Thoughts of the world againe.</l>
      <l n="496">Reuenge the geering and disdain'd contempt</l>
      <l n="497">Of this proud King, who studies day and night</l>
      <l n="498">To answer all the Debt the owes vnto you,</l>
      <l n="499">Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths:</l>
      <l n="500">Therefore I say⸺</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="501">Peace Cousin, say no more.</l>
      <l n="502">And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke,</l>
      <l n="503">And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents,</l>
      <l n="504">Ile reade you Matter, deepe and dangerous,</l>
      <l n="505">As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit,</l>
      <l n="506">As to o're‑walke a Current, roaring loud</l>
      <l n="507">On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="508">If he fall in, good night, or sinke or swimme:</l>
      <l n="509">Send danger from the East vnto the West,</l>
      <l n="510">So Honor crosse it from the North to South,</l>
      <l n="511">And let them grapple: The blood more stirres</l>
      <l n="512">To rowze a Lyon, then to start a Hare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="513">Imagination of some great exploit,</l>
      <l n="514">Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="515">By heauen, me thinkes it were an easie leap,</l>
      <l n="516">To plucke bright Honor from the pale‑fac'd Moone,</l>
      <l n="517">Or diue into the bottome of the deepe,</l>
      <l n="518">Where Fadome‑line could neuer touch the ground,</l>
      <l n="519">And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes:</l>
      <l n="520">So he that doth redeeme her thence, might weare</l>
      <l n="521">Without Co‑riuall, all her Dignities:</l>
      <l n="522">But out vpon this halfe‑fac'd Fellowship.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="523">He apprehends a World of Figures here,</l>
      <l n="524">But not the forme of what he should attend:</l>
      <l n="525">Good Cousin giue me audience for a‑while,</l>
      <l n="526">And list to me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="527">I cry you mercy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="528">Those same Noble Scottes</l>
      <l n="529">That are your Prisoners.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="530">Ile keepe them all.</l>
      <l n="531">By heauen, he shall not haue a Scot of them:</l>
      <l n="532">No, if a Scot would saue his Soule, he shall not.</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="533">Ile keepe them, by this Hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="534">You start away,</l>
      <l n="535">And lend no eare vnto my purposes.</l>
      <l n="536">Those Prisoners you shall keepe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="537">Nay, I will; that's flat:</l>
      <l n="538">He said, he would not ransome<hi rend="italic">Mortimer:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="539">Forbad my tongue to speake of<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>.</l>
      <l n="540">But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe,</l>
      <l n="541">And in his eare, Ile holla<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>.</l>
      <l n="542">Nay, Ile haue a Starling shall be taught to speake</l>
      <l n="543">Nothing but<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>, and giue it him,</l>
      <l n="544">To keepe his anger still in motion.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="545">Heare you Cousin: a word.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="546">All studies heere I solemnly defie,</l>
      <l n="547">Saue how to gall and pinch this<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>,</l>
      <l n="548">And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales.</l>
      <l n="549">But that I thinke his Father loues him not,</l>
      <l n="550">And would be glad he met with some mischance,</l>
      <l n="551">I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="552">Farewell Kinsman: Ile talke to you</l>
      <l n="553">When you are better temper'd to attend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="554">Why what a Waspe‑tongu'd &amp; impatient foole</l>
      <l n="555">Art thou, to breake into this Womans mood,</l>
      <l n="556">Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="557">Why look you, I am whipt &amp; scourg'd with rods,</l>
      <l n="558">Netled, and stung with Pismires, when I heare</l>
      <l n="559">Of this vile Politician<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>.</l>
      <l n="560">In<hi rend="italic">Richards</hi>time: What de'ye call the place?</l>
      <l n="561">A plague vpon't, it is in Gloustershi<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="abrasion"
              resp="#ES"/>e:</l>
      <l n="562">'Twas, where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept,</l>
      <l n="563">His Vncle Yorke, where I first bow'd my knee</l>
      <l n="564">Vnto this King of Smiles, this<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>:</l>
      <l n="565">When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="566">At Barkley Castle.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="567">You say true:</l>
      <l n="568">Why what a caudie deale of curtesie,</l>
      <l n="569">This fawning Grey‑hound then did proffer me.</l>
      <l n="570">Looke when his infant Fortune came to age,</l>
      <l n="571">And gentle<hi rend="italic">Harry Percy</hi>, and kinde Cousin:</l>
      <l n="572">O, the Diuell take such Couzeners, God forgiue me,</l>
      <l n="573">Good Vncle tell your tale, for I haue done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="574">Nay, if you haue not, too't againe,</l>
      <l n="575">Wee'l stay your leysure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <p n="576">I haue done insooth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="577">Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners.</l>
      <l n="578">Deliuer them vp without their ransome staight,</l>
      <l n="579">And make the<hi rend="italic">Dowglas</hi>sonne your onely meane</l>
      <l n="580">For powres in Scotland: which for diuers reasons</l>
      <l n="581">Which I shall send you written, be assur'd</l>
      <l n="582">Will easily be granted you, my Lord.</l>
      <l n="583">Your Sonne in Scotland being thus impl<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>y'd,</l>
      <l n="584">Shall secretly into the bosome creepe</l>
      <l n="585">Of that same noble Prelate, well belou'd,</l>
      <l n="586">The Archbishop.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="587">Of Yorke, is't not?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="588">True, who beares hard</l>
      <l n="589">His Brothers death at<hi rend="italic">Bristow</hi>, the Lord<hi rend="italic">Scroope</hi>.</l>
      <l n="590">I speake not this in estimation,</l>
      <l n="591">As what I thinke might be, but what I know</l>
      <l n="592">Is ruminated, plotted, and set downe,</l>
      <l n="593">And onely stayes but to behold the face</l>
      <l n="594">Of that occasion that shall bring it on.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="595">I smell it:</l>
      <l n="596">Vpon my life, it will do wond'rous well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="597">Before the game's a‑foot, thou still let'st slip.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="598">Why, it cannot choose but be a Noble plot,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0375-0.jpg" n="53"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="599">And then the power of Scotland, and of Yorke</l>
      <l n="600">To ioyne with<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>, Ha.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="601">And so they shall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="602">Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="603">And 'tis no little reason bids vs speed,</l>
      <l n="604">To saue our heads, by raising of a Head:</l>
      <l n="605">For, beare our selues as euen as we can,</l>
      <l n="606">The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt,</l>
      <l n="607">And thinke, we thinke our selues vnsatisfied;</l>
      <l n="608">Till he hath found a time to pay vs home.</l>
      <l n="609">And see already, how he doth beginne</l>
      <l n="610">To make vs strengers to his lookes of loue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="611">He does, he does; wee'l be reueng'd on him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-wor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wor.</speaker>
      <l n="612">Cousin, farewell. No further go in this,</l>
      <l n="613">Then I by Letters shall direct your course</l>
      <l n="614">When time is ripe, which will be sodainly:</l>
      <l n="615">Ile steale to<hi rend="italic">Glendower</hi>, and loe,<hi rend="italic">Mortimer</hi>,</l>
      <l n="616">Where you, and<hi rend="italic">Dowglas</hi>, and our powres at once,</l>
      <l n="617">As I will fashion it, shall happily meete,</l>
      <l n="618">To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes,</l>
      <l n="619">Which now we hold at much vncertainty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="620">Farewell good Brother, we shall thriue, I trust.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h4-hot">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hot.</speaker>
      <l n="621">Vncle, adieu: O let the houres be short,</l>
      <l n="622">Till fields, and blowes, and grones, applaud our sport.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">exit</stage>
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