Took it in fnuff*]. And ftill he fmil'd, and talk'd; And as the foldiers bare dead bodies by, 'With many holiday and lady terms He queftion'd me: amongst the rest, demanded My prifoners, in your Majefty's behalf. I then all fmarting with my wounds; being gal'd To be fo pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief, and my impatience, 'Anfwer'd, neglectingly, I know not what: 'He fhould, or fhould not; for he made me mad, To fee him fhine fo brifk, and fmell fo fweet, And talk fo like a waiting-gentlewoman, [mark!) 'Of guns, and drums, and wounds; (God fave the And telling me, the fovereign'ft thing on earth 'Was parmacity for an inward bruife; And that it was great pity, fo 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 thefe vile guns, 'He would himself have been a foldier. This bald, unjointed chat of his, my Lord, I anfwer'd indirectly †, as I faid; And I beseech you, let not his report Come currant for an accufation, Betwixt my love and your high Majefty. Blunt. The circumftance confider'd, good my Lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had faid, To fuch a perfon, and in fuch a place, K. Henry. Why, yet he doth deny his prifoners, But with provifo and exception, That we at our own charge fhall ransom straight This ftupidity between the crotchets is the players. Mr. W. tindirectly, or negligently. VOL. IV. M Who Who, on my foul, hath wilfully betray'd The lives of thofe that he did lead to fight Hot. Revolted Mortimer ? He never did fall off, my fov'reign Liege," In fingle oppofition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower. Three times they breath'd, and three times did they Who then affrighted with their bloody looks, Colour her working with fuch deadly wounds; Receive fo many, and all willingly. Then let him not be flander'd with revolt. [drink, að K. Henry. Thou doft belye him, Percy, thou belyef He never did encounter with Glendower; He durft as well have met the devil alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art not afham'd? but, firrah, from this hour [him Send me your prifoners with the speedieft means, As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland, *Indent, for article, bargain. I We We license your departure with your fon. [Exit. K. Henry,A Enter Worcester. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? and paufe [a while; Yes, I will speak of him; and let my foul As high i' th' air as this unthankful King, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. mad. North. Brother, the King hath made your nephew [To Worcester, War. Who ftrook this heat up after I was gone? Hot. He will, forfooth, have all my prifoners: And when I urge'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale, And on my face he turn'd an eye of death, Trembling ev'n at the name of Mortimer. 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; And then it was, when the unhappy King (Whose wrongs in us God pardon 1) did fet forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return To be depos'd, and fhortly murthered. Wor. And for whofe death, we in the world's wide Live fcandaliz'd, and foully fpoken of. [mouth Hot. But foft, I pray you;-did King Richard theat Proclaim my brother Mortimer Heir to the crown? North. He did; myfelf did hear it, Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his coufin King, M 2 That That wifh'd him on the barren mountains ftarv'd. Wor. Peace, coufin, fay no more. * Hot. If he fall in, good night. Or fink or fwim, Send danger from the east unto the west, So honour cross it from the north to fouth; And let them grapple. O the blood more stirs To roufe a lion, than to ftart a hare. * i. e. of a fpear laid across. North. North. Imagination of fome great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot. By heav'n, methinks it were an eafy 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, But out upon this half-face'd fellowship! Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he fhould attend. Good coufin, give me andience for a while. Hot. I cry you mercy. Wor. Thofe fame Noble Scots, That are your prifoners Hot. I'll keep them all. By Heav'n, he fhall not have a Scot of them : Wor. You ftart away, And lend no ear unto my purposes; Hot. I will; that's flat: He faid, he would not ransom Mortimer : Wor. Hear you, coufin, a word. Hot. All ftudies here I folemnly defy, 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), Wor. Farewel, my kinfman; I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wafp-tongue'd and impatient Art thou, to break into this woman's mood, [fool |