Whose wrongs in us God pa don!-did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he intercepted did return To be deposed and shortly murdered. 15C Wor. And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth Live scandalized and foully spoken of. Hot. But, soft, I pray you; did King Richard Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, And for his sake wear the detested blot That you a world of curses undergo, Being the agents, or base second means, 160 shall it be 165 The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather? To show the line and the predicament Wherein you range under this subtle king; up Did gage them both in an unjust behalf, As both of you-God pardon it! - have done, 170 175 And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke? Wor. 180 185 190 Hot. If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim: Send danger from the east unto the west, So honour cross it from the north to south, North. Imagination of some great exploit 195 200 Hot. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, But out upon this half-faced fellowship! Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Hot. Those same noble Scots I'll keep them all; By God, he shall not have a Scot of them; Wor. You start away And lend no ear unto my purposes. Those prisoners you shall keep. 205 210 215 Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat. He said he would not ransom Mortimer, Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer; But I will find him when he lies asleep, 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; 220 295 231 And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales, 235 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 scourged with rods, Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear In Richard's time, what do you call the place- 'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept, His uncle York 240 where I first bow'd my knee 245 Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, 'Sblood! When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh? North. At Berkeley 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,' 250 O, the devil take such cozeners! - God forgive Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done. 255 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, 200 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, Of that same noble prelate, well beloved, Wor. True; who bears hard 265 Hot. Of York, is it not? 270 His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop. As what I think might be, but what I know I speak not this in estimation, Is ruminated, plotted, and set down, And only stays but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on. 275 Hot. 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? 280 Wor. And so they shall. |