Unapt to stir at these indignities. And you have found me; for, accordingly, Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down: Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud. serves The scourge of greatness to be used on it; And that same greatness, too, which our own hands North. (R. second from front.) My lord, K. Hen. (Hastily rising.) Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye: O, sir, Your presence is too bold and peremptory; The bloody frontier of a servant brow. You have good leave to leave us: when we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. (Sits.) You were about to speak. North. Yea, my good lord. [Exit Worcester, L. [Turning to North. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Hot. (R.) 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; And still he smil'd, and talk'd: And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, Betwixt the wind and his nobility. With many hoyday 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 poppinjay, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what: He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (Heaven save the mark!) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Betwixt my love and your high majesty. Blunt. (L.) 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 he then said, so he unsay it now. K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost Hot. (R.) Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, But by the chance of war: [Nearer to the King.] To prove that true, Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower : Three times they breath'd, [Returns to the R.] and three times they did drink, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Receive so many, and all willingly; Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, [Rising] thou dost belie him, He never did encounter with Glendower; I tell thee, [Advancing c.] He durst as well have met the devil alone, Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland, Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. [Going L. [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt all but Northumberland and Hotspur, L. Hot. (L. C.) And, if the devil come and roar for them, I will not send them:-[North. stands R.] I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. [Going L. North, [Following.] What, drunk with choler? Stay and pause awhile; Here comes your uncle. Enter WORCEster, L. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? Yes, I will speak of him; and let my soul As high i' the air as this unthankful king, North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? Hot. (R.) 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; Wor. (L.) I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd, By Richard that is dead, the next of blood? North. (R.) He was; I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when the unhappy king (Whose wrongs in us heaven pardon!) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return, To be depos'd, and, shortly, murdered. Hot. (c.) But, soft, I pray you: did King Richard then Proclaim my brother, Edward Mortimer, Heir to the crown? North. He did; myself did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, No: yet time serves, wherein you may redeem Of this unthankful king; who studies, day and night, Even with the bloody payment of your deaths: Wor. Peace, cousin; say no more: [Crosses to R. North. (c.) Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience. Hot. (R.) By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! Wor. (R.) He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend. Good cousin, give me audience for a while. Hot. I cry your mercy. Wor. Those same noble Scots, That are your prisoners Hot. (c.) I'll keep them all: By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them; Wor. (L.) You start away, And lend no ear unto my purposes: Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat: He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; |