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 ;"
O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!
Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.

WOR. Nay, if you have not, to it again;
We will stay your leisure.

HOT.

I have done, i' faith.

WOR. 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 assured,

Will easily be granted. You, my lord, [To Northumberland.
Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,

Shall secretly into the bosom creep

Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,

The archbishop.

HOT. Of York, is it not?

WOR. True; who bears hard

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I speak not this in estimation,

As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted and set down,
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

Hor. I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.
NORTH. Before the game is 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 York,
To join with Mortimer, ha?

WOR.
And so they shall.
HOT. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
WOR. And 't is no little reason bids us speed,
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,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home:
And see already how he doth begin

To make us strangers to his looks of love.

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Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,

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.

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EIGH-HO! AN IT 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. FIRST CAR. I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the point; poor jade, is in the withers out of all wrung

this house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.

FIRST CAR. Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him.

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SEC. CAR. I think this be the most villanous house in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench.-' FIRST CAR. Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king christen could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.

SEC. CAR. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamberlie breeds fleas like a loach.

5 beat Cut's saddle] Cut, properly a horse with a docked tail, was a term often bestowed on horses generally. Cf. Tw. Night, II, iii, 176: “call me cut," and infra, II, iv, 187: "call me horse." "Beat" here means "soften by beating."

5-6 put a few flocks in the point] put a few pieces of wool on the point of the saddle, where the leather galls the horse by its hardness.

6 is wrung in the withers] is galled at the back of the neck (where the shoulder-blades meet).

14 stung like a tench] Elizabethan naturalists doubtfully asserted that many fishes, including the tench, were the habitual prey of insect parasites.

16 a king christen] Thus the Quarto. The Folios read, a king in Christen

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