Upon the head of this forgetful man, And for his sake wear the detested blot Wor. Peace, cousin! say no more. And now I will unclasp a secret book, or sink or swim, 1 And let them grapple: - O! the blood more stirs, North. Imagination of some great exploit Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Good cousin, give me audience for a while. Wor. Those same noble Scots, I'll keep them all. By God, he shall 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. Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat. He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; And in his ear I'll holla Mortimer! Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak To keep his anger still in motion. Wor. Hear you, cousin, a word. Hot. All studies here I solemnly 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 whith some mischance, 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 with rods, Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. In Richard's time, A plague upon 't what do ye call the place? it is in Gloucestershire; 'T was 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, 'Sblood! when you and he came back from Ravenspurg. North. At Berkley castle. Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! Look, "when his infant fortune came to age," And, "gentle Harry Percy," and, "kind cousin," Wor. Nay, if you have not, to 't again, Hot. I have done, i' faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons Will easily be granted you. My lord, [TO NORTHUMBERLAND Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd, OTHECUE Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd, Hot. Of York, is it not? Wor. True; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. As what I think might be, but what I know Of that occasion that shall bring it on. Hot. I smell it: Upon my life, it will do wondrous well, North. Before the game's afoot, thou still let'st slip. Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot. And then the power of Scotland, and of York, To join with Mortimer, ha? Wor. And so they shall. Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. To save our heads by raising of a head; For, bear ourselves as even as we can, The king will always think him in our debt, Hot. He does, he does: we'll be reveng'd on him. Than I by letters shall direct your course. When time is ripe, (which will be suddenly) I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer; Where you, and Douglas, and our powers at once, To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Which now we hold at much uncertainty. North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust. Hot. Uncle, adieu. —O! let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport. [Exeunt. Enter a Carrier, with a Lantern in his hand. 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler! Ost. [Within.] Anon, anon. 1 Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess. Enter another Carrier. 2 Car. Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this house is turned upside down, since Robin ostler died. 1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose: it was the death of him. 2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench. 1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit, than I have been since the first cock. 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach. 1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be hanged; come away, 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. 1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkeys in my pannier are quite starved. What, ostler! - A plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An 't were not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Come, |