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when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from
my shoulders. P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in setting forth ?
Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll. set upon them.
P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves.
Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll tie them in the wood; our visors we will change, after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram for the nonce', to immask our noted outward garments.
P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for
Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue
will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and, in the reproof of this, lies the jest.
P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all things necessary, and
meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord.
Erit Poins. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun ; Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
the debt I never promised, By how much better than
word I am,
Another Room in the Palace.
Enter King HenRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WOR
CESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER Blunt, and
And therefore lost that title of respect,
Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deThe
scourge of greatness to be used on it; And that same greatness too which our own hands Have holp to make so portly.
North. My lord,
[Exit WORCESTER. You, were about to speak.
[To North. North.
Yea, my good lord. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Were, as he says, not with such strength denied As is deliver'd to your majesty: Either envy, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress’d, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest home; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box', which ever and anon He gave
his nose, and took't away again ;-Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
9 A small box for musk or other perfumes.
Took it in snuff:,- and still he smil'd, and talk'd ;
Blunt. The circumstance consider’d, good my lord,
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; But with proviso, and exception, That we, at our own charge, shall ransome straight His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer ; Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those that he did lead to fight Against the great magician, vile Glendower ; Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then Be emptied, to redeem a traitor home? Shall we buy treason ? and indent' with fears, When they have lost and forfeited themselves? No, on the barren mountains let him starve; For I shall never hold that man my friend, Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransome home revolted Mortimer.
Hot. Revolted Mortimer !
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