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. us. 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. [Exit 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 7 Occasion. To smother up his beauty from the world, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come, [Exit. SCENE III. Another Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, Sir WALTER BLUNT, and others. K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to stir at these indignities, And you have found me; for, accordingly, 8 Disposition. And therefore lost that title of respect, Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud. Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little de serves The scourge of greatness to be used on it; North. My lord, K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I see danger And disobedience in thine eye: O, sir, You have good leave to leave us; when we need You, were about to speak. [Exit WORCEster. [TO NORTH. Yea, my good lord. North. Either envy, therefore, or misprision Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held 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; And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them-untaught knaves, unmannerly, He question'd me; among the rest demanded I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience, He should, or he should not;-for he made me mad, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Betwixt my love and your high majesty. Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, Whatever Harry Percy then had said, To such a person, and in such a place, At such a time, with all the rest re-told, May reasonably die, and never rise To do him wrong, or any way impeach What then he said, so he unsay it now. 1 Brave. K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; That we, at our own charge, shall ransome straight Hot. Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. 2 Sign an indenture. 3 Curled. |