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And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
That you are fool'd, discarded, and shooke off
By him, for whom these shames ye vader-went?
No, yet times serues, wherein you may redeeme
Your banilht honors, and restore your selues,
Into the good thoughts of the world againe :
Reueng the ieering and disdain'd contempt
Of this proud king, who studies day and night
To answere all the debt he owes you,
Euen with the bloudie payment of your deaths :
Therefore I say.
Wor. Peace coolin, say no more.
And now I will vnclaspe a secret booke,
And to your quicke conceiuing discontents
Ile read your + matter deepe and dangerous,
As full of perill and aduenterous fpirit,
As to o're walke a current roring lowd,
On the vnsteadfast f footing of a speare.
Hot. If he fall in, good night, or finke or swim,
Send danger from the east vnto the west,
So honor crosse it, from the north to south,
And let them grapple: the bloud more stirrcs
To rowse a lion then to start a hare.
North Immagination of some great exploit
Driues him beyond the boundes of patience.
Hot. By heauen me thinkes it weare an easie leape,
To pluck bright honor froin the pale-fac'd moone
Or dive into the bottome of the deepe,
Where fadome-line could neuer touch the ground,
And pluck vp drowned honor by the lockes,
So hee that doth redeeme her thence might weare
Without corriuall all her dignities :
But out vpon this halfe fac't fellowship.
Wor. He apprehendes a world of figures here,
But not the forme of what he should attend,
Good coosen giue me audience for a while.
Hot. I cry you mercy.
Wor. Those fame noble Scots that are your prisoners.
Hot. Ile keepe them all.
By God he shall not haue a Scot of them,
No, if a Scot would saue his foule, he shall not.
Ile keepe them, by this hand.
Wor. You start away,
And lend no eare vnto my purposes :
Those prisoners you shall keepe.
Hot. Nay, I will; that's Aar:
He said he would not ransome Mortimer,
Forbade my tongue to speake of Mortimer :
But I will finde him when he lies a sleepe,
And in his eare Ile hallow, Mortimer :
Nay, Ile haue a starling Mall be taught to speake
Nothing but Mortimer, and giue it him,
To keepe his anger still in motion.
Wor. Heare you coofin, a word.
Hot. All ftudies heerè I folemnly defie,
Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke.
And that same sword and buckler prince of Wales.
But that I thinke his father loues him not,
And would be glad he met with some mischance :
I would haue him poyfoned with a pot of ale.
Wor. Farewell kinsman, Ile taike to you
When you are better tempered to attend.
Nor. Why what a wafpe-tongue and impatient fools
Art thou, to breake into this womans moode,
Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne?
Hot. Why looke you, I am whipt and scourg'd with rods, Netled, and ftung witb pismires, when I heare
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Of this vile polititian Bullingbrooke.
In Richards time, what doe you call the place ;
A plague vpon it, it is in Glocestershire;
'Twas where the mad-cap duke his vncle kept,
His vncle Yorke, where I first bowed my knee
Vnto this king of smiles, this Bullingbrooke :
Zbloud, when you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh,
Nor. At Barkly castle.
Hot. You say true.
Why what a candie deale of curtefie,
This fawning grey-hound then did proffer me,
Looke when his infant fortune came to age,
And gentle Harry Percy, and kind coofin :
O, the diuell take such cooseners, God forgiue me,
Good vncle tell your tale, I haue done.
Wor. Nay, if you haue not, to it againe,
We will stay your leysure.
Hot. I haue done yfayth.
Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight,
And make the Douglas sonne your onely meane
For powers in Scotland, which for diuers reasons
Which I shall send you written, be assur’d,
Will easily be granted you, my lord.
Your fonne in Scotland being thus imployed,
Shall secretly into the bosome creepe
Of that same noble prelate, welbelou'd,
Hot. Of Yorke, is it not?
Wor. True, who beares hard
His brothers death at Bristow the lord Scroope:
I speake not this in estimation,
As what I thinke might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and set downe,
And onely stayes but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
Hot. I smell it : vpon my life it will doe well.
Nor. Before the game's afoote, thou still leist Nip.
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot,
And then the power of Scotland and of Yorke,
To ioyne with Mortimer, ha.
Wor. And so they shall.
Hot. In fayth it is exceedingly well aymd.
Wor. And tis no little reason bids vs speede,
To saue our heades, by rayfing of a head :
For, beare our selues as euen as we can,
The king will alwayes thinke him in our debt,
And thinke we thinke our felues vnsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay vs home.
And see already, how he doth begin
To make vs strangers to his lookes of loue.
Hot. He does, he does; weele be reueng’d on himi
Wor. Coosin, farewell. No further goe in this.
Then I by letters shall direct your course
When time is ripe, which will be suddenly:
Ile steale to Glendower, and loe *, Mortimer,
Where you and Dowglas, and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meete,
To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes,
Which now we hold at much vncertaintie.
Nor. Farewell good brother, we shall thrive, I trust,
Hot. Vncle, adue: O let the houres be short,
Till fieldes, and blowes, and grones, applaud our sport.
Enter a carrier with a lanterne in his hand. i Car. Heigh ho, an it be not foure by the day, Ile be hangd, Charles-waine is ouer the new chimny, and yet our horse not packt. What oftler?
Oft. Anon, anon.
i Car. I prethee Tom, beat Cuts saddle, put a few Rocks in the point, poore iade is wrung in the withers, out of all cesse.
Enter another carrier. 2 Car. Pease and beanes are as danke heere as a dog, and that is the next way to giue poor iades the bots : this house is turned vpside downe since Robin oftler died.
i Car. Poore fellow neuer ioyed since the price of oates rose, it was the death of him.
2 Car. I thinke this to be the most villanous house in all London roade for fleas, I am ftung like a tench.
i Car. Like a tench? by the masse there is neare a king chriften, could be better bit, the I haue bin since the first cocke.
2 Car. Why, you * will allow vs nere a iordaine, and then we leake in your chimny, and your chamber-lie breedes fleas like a loach.
i Car. What oftler, come away, and be hang'd, come away.
2 Car. I haue a gammon of bacon, and two razes of giager, to be delivered as farre as Charing-crose.
i Car. Gods body, the turkies in my panier are quite starued: what oftler? a plague on thee, haft thou neuer an eye in thy head ? canft not heare, and t'were not as good a deed as drinke, to breake the pate of thee, I am a very villaine; come and be hangd, haft no fayth in thec:
Gads-hill, Good-morrow carriers, what's a clocke?