[Westm.] This is his uncle's teaching, this is Worcester. Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we We must suppose an interval of time, in order that the Percies, who are sent for by the king, may arrive in London. The king is holding a council which is numerously attended. Those who take part in the dialogue are the king, the earl of Worcester, Northumberland, and Harry Percy, surnamed Hotspur: we imagine the king to be in the act of speaking when the scene is disclosed: [K. Henry.] My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to stir at these indignities, And you have found me; for, accordingly, And that same greatness, too, which our own hands [Northumberland.] My lord, the prisoners [K. Henry.] Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye: O sir, Your presence is too bold and peremptory. You have good leave to leave us: when we need [Northumberland.] Yea, my good lord: Those priso'ners in your highness' name demanded, Which my son Harry Percy, here, did take Were, as he says, not with such strength denied, [Hotspur.] My liege, I did deny no prisoners. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held He gave his nose. And still he smil'd and talk'd, With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me; among the rest, demanded I then all smarting with my wounds' being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what, He should or should not: For he made me mad [mark! Of guns, and drums, and wounds,-heaven save the And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth And I beseech you, let not his report Betwixt my love, and your high majesty. [North.] The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, To such a person, and in such a place, [K. Henry.] Why yet he doth deny his prisoners, That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd No; on the barren mountains let him starve ; [Hotspur.] Revolted Mor He never did fall off,-but by the chance To prove that true, needs no more than one tongue When, on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, In fight with Glendower. [drink, Three times they breath'd, and three times did they Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Who, then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Cover her working with such deadly wounds; Receive so many, and all willingly: Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. [K. Henry.] Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou beliest him: He never did encounter with the Welshman; He durst as well have met the devil alone Sirrah, henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer : Send me your priso'ners with the speediest means, As will displease you.-My lord Northumberland, Send us your priso'ners, or you'll hear of it. Northumberland and Hotspur remain: Hotspur, swelling with rage, is for a time unable to speak: at length he says: [Hotspur.] And if the devil come and roar for them [North.] What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile. [Hotspur.] Speak of Mortimer! Yes, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him : Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i 'the dust, As high in the' air as this unthankful king, [North.] See where your uncle Worcester comes again. [a pause.] Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad Look where he walks and chafes. [Worcester.] Who struck this heat up after I was gone? [Hotspur.] He will forsooth have all my prisoners. And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale, [Worcester.] I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd, By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? [North.] He was, brother: I heard the proclamation : Whose wrongs in us heaven pardon !-did set forth [Hotspur.] What! my wife's brother, Edmund Mortimer, Did Richard, then, proclaim him heir? [North.] He did. [Hotspur.] Nay, then-I cannot blame his cousin king Did 'gage them both in an unjust behalf, of your [Worcester.] Peace, cousin, say no more: deaths: For now I will unclasp a secret book, |