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Took it in snuff *]. -- And still he smild, and talk'd ' And as the soldiers bare dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, * To bring a slovenly, unhandsome coarse • Betwixt the wind, and his nobility:
With many holiday and lady terms " He question'd me : amongst the reit, demanded • My prisoners, in your Majesty's behalf. . I then all smarting with my wounds; being gald • To be fo pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief, and my impatience, • Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what: • He should, or should not; for he made me mad, "To see hin shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, . And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, [mark!).
guns, and drums, and wounds; (God save the And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmacity for an inward bruise; • And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous falt-petre thould be digg'd "Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, • Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd "So cowardly: and but for these vile guns, • He would himself have been a soldier. This bald, unjointed chat of his, my Lord, I answer'd indirectly t, as I said; And I beseech you, let not his report. Come currant for an accusation, Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.
Blunt. The circumítance confider'd, good my Lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said, To such a person, and in such a place, At such a time, with all the rest retold, May reasonably die; and never rise To do him wrong, or any way impeach. What he then said, see, he unsays it now.
K. Henry. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
* Tn s stupidity be: ween the crotchets is the players. Mr. W.
Who, on my foul, hath wilfully betray'd
Hot. Revolted Mortimer ?
K. Henry. Thou dost belye him, Percy, thou belyek He never did encounter with Glendower; He durst as well have met the devil alone, Aš Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art not ashạm'd? but, firrah, from this hour Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer. Send me your prisoners with the speedieft means, Or you shall bear in such a kind from me As will displease you.--My Lord Northumberland, * Indent, for article, bargain.
We license your departure with your fon.
[Exit. K. Henry.
heart, Although it be with hazard of
head. North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause Here comes your uncle.
[a while : Enter Worcester. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? Yes, I will speak of him; and let my foai Want mercy, if I do not join with him. In his behalf, I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop in duft, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer, As high i' th' air as this unthankful King, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. North. Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad. i
[To Worcester Wor. Who strook this heat up after I was gone?
Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners:
Wor. I cannot blame him; was he not proclaim'd, By Richard that is dead, the next of blood ?
North. He was. I heard the proclamation ;
Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. [mouth
Hot. But foft, I pray you;--did King Richard the
North. He did; myself did hear it,
That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv’d,
underwent ? No; ; yet time serves, wherein you may
Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more.
Hot. If he fall in, good night. Or sink or swim,
North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
Hot. By heav'n, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright Honour from the pale-face'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks: So he that doth redeem her thence, might wear Without corrival all her dignities. But out upon this half-face'd tellowship !
Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend. Good cousin, give me andience for a while.
Hot. I cry you mercy.
Wor. Those fame Noble Scots,
Hot. I'll keep them all.
Wor. You start away,
Hot. I will; that's flat:
Hot. All studies here I folemnly defy,
Wor. Farewel, my kinsman; I will taik to you, When you are better temper'd to attend.
North. Why, what a vatp-tongue'd and impatient Art thou, to break into ihis woman's inood, [fool