Each takes his fellow for an officer. SCENE III. Warkworth castle. [Exeunt. Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter. Hot. 'But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house.' He could be contented: why is he not, then? In respect of the love he bears our house: he shows in this, he loves his own barn* better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. 'The purpose you undertake is dangerous;'-why, that's certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the general course of the action. 'Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York and Owen Glendower? is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are they not some of them set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king: we are prepared. will set forward to-night. Enter LADY PERCY. *Child. How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours. Lady. O, my good lord, why are you thus alone? 40 For what offence have I this fortnight been 60 Of basilisks,t of cannon, culverin, +Kind of ordnance. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, Enter Servant. Is Gilliams with the packet gone? Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? 70 Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? Serv. It is, my lord. Hot. That roan shall be my throne. Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!* Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. Lady. But hear you, my lord. *Hope. [Exit Servant. Hot. What say'st thou, my lady? A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir About his title, and hath sent for you 80 To line* his enterprize: but if you go,-*Strengthen. Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Directly unto this question that I ask: In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. Hot. Away Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, 90 I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world *Woman's breasts. Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride? |