And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. By how much better than my word I am, SCENE III. [Exit. The Same. Another Apartment in the Palace. K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, 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 condition, Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud. Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves And that same greatness, too, which our own hands North. My lord, K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see O, Sir! your presence is too bold and peremptory, The moody frontier of a servant brow. You have good leave to leave us: when we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. You were about to speak. [Exit WORCESTER. [TO NORTH. Yea, my good lord. North. Either envy, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son. Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me; among the rest, demanded I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, God save the mark! Betwixt my love and your high majesty. Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said, To such a person, and in such a place, K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, But with proviso, and exception, That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight Shall we buy treason, and indent with fears, Hot. Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, But by the chance of war: to prove that true, 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 drink, Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds, Colour her working with such deadly wounds; K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him: He never did encounter with Glendower. I tell thee, He durst as well have met the devil alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art thou not asham'd? But, sirrah, henceforth Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, As will displease you. — My lord Northumberland, Hot. [Exeunt King HENRY, BLUNT, and Train. And if the devil come and roar for them, I will not send them. I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Albeit I make a hazard of my head. North. What! drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile : Here comes your uncle. Hot. Re-enter Worcester. Speak of Mortimer! 'Zounds! I will speak of him; and let my soul As high i' the air as this unthankful king, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. North. Brother, [To WORCESTER.] the king hath made your nephew mad. Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale, Wor. I cannot blame him. Was he not proclaim'd, By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood? 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 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 starve. But shall it be, that you, that set the crown |