Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth As will displease you.-My lord Northumberland, [Exeunt KING Henry, Blunt, etc. Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them I will not send them :-I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile; Here comes your uncle. Re-enter WORCESTER. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul In his behalf, I'll empty all these veins, As high i' the air as this unthankful king, North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. [To WORCESTER. Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone? Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners; And when I urged the ransom once again Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaimed North. He was; I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when the unhappy king From whence he, intercepted, did return Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide mouth Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. Hot. But soft, I pray you; Did King Richard then Proclaim my brother Mortimer Heir to the crown? North. He did; myself did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, 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 heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, But out upon this half-faced fellowship. Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, Wor. Those same noble Scots, That are your prisoners, Hot. I'll keep them all; By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them: No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not: I'll keep them, by this hand. Wor. You start away, And lend no ear unto my purposes.- Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat: He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Wor. Hear you, cousin; a word. Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales. But that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better tempered to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-tongued 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 whipped and scourged with rods, Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear In Richard's time,—What do you call the place?— Hot. You say true: Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! M O the devil take such cozeners!--God forgive me!- Hot. I have done, in sooth. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. When time is ripe, which will be suddenly, I'll steal to Glendower, and Lord Mortimer; Where you and Douglas, and your powers at once (As I will fashion it), shall 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 sport! SHAKESPERE, HENRY IV.-PART I. Second Selection. Enter HOTSPUR, Worcester, and Douglas. Hot. Well said, my noble Scot; if speaking truth, Such attribution should the Douglas have, Should go so general current through the world. The tongues of soothers; but a braver place, Hot. Do so, and 'tis well : Enter a MESSENGER, with Letters. What letters hast thou there?—I can but thank you. Hot. Letters from him! Why comes he not himself? In such a justling time? He was much feared by his physicians. Wor. I would the state of time had first been whole, Ere he by sickness had been visited; His health was never better worth than now. Hot. Sick now! droop now! His sickness doth infect [Aside. The very life-blood of our enterprise; On any soul removed, but on his own. That with our small conjunction we should on, For, as he writes, there is no quailing now; Of all our purposes. What say you to it? Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. All at one cast? To set so rich a main Wor. But yet I would your father had been here, |