Wor. You start away,

And lend no ear unto my purposes.-
Thofe prifoners you fhall keep.

Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat :-

He faid, he would not ransom Mortimer ;
Forbad my tongue to fpeak of Mortimer;

But I will find him when he lies afleep,
And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer!

Nay, I'll have a starling fhall be taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
To keep his anger ftill in motion.
Wor. Hear you, coufin; a word.
Hot. All studies here I folemnly 'defy,
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
And that fame " fword-and-buckler prince of Wales,-
But that I think his father loves him not,

And would be glad he met with fome mifchance,
I'd have him poifon'd with a pot of ale.

Wor. Farewell, kinfman! I will talk to you,
When you are better temper'd to attend.

North. Why, what a wafp-ftung 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 whip'd and fcourg'd with rods,

Nettled, and ftung with pifmires, when I hear.
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

In Richard's time,-What do you call the place ?—
A plague upon't!-it is in Gloftershire ;-
'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept,
His uncle York ;-where I first bow'd my knee
Unto this king of fmiles, this Bolingbroke,
When you and he came back from Ravenfpurg,

North. At Berkley castle.

Hot. You fay true :

Why, what a candy'd deal of courtesy

This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
Look,-" when bis infant fortune came to age,
And,-gentle Harry Percy,-and, kind coufin,-
O, the devil take fuch cozeners!God forgive me!→
Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again;
We'll ftay your leifure.

Hot. I have done, i'faith.

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prifoners.
Deliver them up without their ransom ftraight,
And make the regent's fon your only mean
For powers in Scotland; which,-for divers reafons,
Which I shall send you written,-be affur'd,
Will eafily be granted.-You, my lord,-
Your fon in Scotland being thus employ'd,-
Shall fecretly into the bofom creep
Of that fame noble prelate, well belov❜d,
The archbishop.

Hot. Of York, is't not?

Wor. True; who bears hard

His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.

I speak not this in eftimation,

As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and fet down;
And only stays but to behold the face

Of that occafion that fhall bring it on.

[To North.

Hot. I fmell it upon my life, it will do well.

when his infant fortune came to age,]-RICHARD II. p. 405. Boling.

• the Douglas'.

Pin eftimation,]-on bare furmife, or conjecture,

P.

North. Before the game's afoot, thou ftill let'ft flip. Hot. Why, it cannot chuse but be a noble plot :And then the power of Scotland, and of York, To join with Mortimer, ha?

Wor. And fo they shall.

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And 'tis no little reafon bids us speed,
To fave our heads, by raifing 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 unfatisfy'd,
'Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
And fee already, how he doth begin

To make us ftrangers to his looks of love..

Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him.
Wor. Coufin, farewell :-No further go in this,
Than I by letters fhall direct your course.
When time is ripe, (which will be fuddenly)
I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer;
Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once,
(As I will fashion it) fhall 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 fport!

let's flip.]-thy dogs; doft loofe the grey hounds.
HENRY V. A& II. S. 1.

[Exeunt.

K. Henry.

raifing of a head:]-a body of forces.

ACT

АСТ II.

SCENE I.

An Inn Yard at Rochester.

Enter a Carrier, with a lantborn in his hand.

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not pack'd. What, oftler!

Oft. [within.] Anon, anon.

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I Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's faddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.

Enter another Carrier.

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2 Car. Peafe and beans are as " dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this houfe is turn'd upfide down, fince Robin oftler dy'd.

1 Car. Poor fellow! never joy'd fince the price of oats rofe; it was the death of him..

2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am ftung like a tench.

1 Car. Like a tench? by the mafs, there is ne'er a king in Chriftendom could be better bit than I have been fince the firft cock.

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2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jourden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas 2 like a loach.

Charle's wain, or Churl's wain.

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point;]-pummel.

"wrung in the withers out of all cefs.]-pinched on the fhoulders

beyond measure, dreadfully.

dank]-moist, rotten.

"our withers are unwrung."

HAMLET, A& III. S. 2.
x tots:]-worms.

2 like a loach.]-as fast as the loach breeds spawn.

Ham.

Y trout.

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1 Car. What, oftler! come away, and be hang'd, come away.

2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-crofs.

1 Car. 'Odfbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite ftarv'd.-What, oftler!-A plague on thee! haft thou never an eye in thy head? canft not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.-Come, and be hang'd:-Haft no faith in thee?

Enter Gads-bill.

Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ?
Car. I think, it be two o'clock.

Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thy lanthorn, to fee my gelding in the ftable.

1 Car. Nay, foft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, j'faith.

Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thine.

2 Car. Ay, when, canft tell?-Lend me thy lanthorn, quoth a ?-marry, I'll fee thee hang'd first.

Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugges, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge. [Exeunt Carriers.

Enter Chamberlain.

Gads. What, ho! chamberlain !

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Cham. At hand, quoth pick-purfe.

arazes]-races, entire roots.

be two o'clock.]-thus the carrier means to mislead Gadskill, whom

he fufpects to be a highwayman.

At band, quoth pick-purj]-A proverbial exprefion.

Gads.