Or you shall hear in such a kind from me berland, We license your departure with your son: - - North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile; Here comes your uncle, Re-enter WORCESTER. · IIot. Speak of Mortimer? 'Zounds, 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, Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my priso ners; And when I urg'd the ransom once again Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not pro- By Richard that dead is, the next of blood? North. He was; I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when the unhappy King (Whose wrongs in us God pardon!) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return Live scandaliz'd, and foully spoken of, Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did King Richard Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer North. He did; myself did hear it. IIot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin the barren mountains starv'd. But shall it be, that you, that set the crown O, pardon me, that I descend so low, And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbro' e? Even with the bloody payment of your deaths. Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more: And now I will unclasp a secret book, And to your quick-conceiving discontents I'll read you matter deep and dangerous; As full of peril, and advent'rons spirit, As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud, On the unsteadfast footing of a spear. Hot. If he fall in, good night: swim: or sink or Send danger from the east unto the west, So honour cross it from the north to south, North. Imagination of some great exploit Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour form the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, But u upon this half fac'd fellowship! Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend.- Wor. Those same noble Scots, That are your prisoners, Hot. I'll keep them all; By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them: Wor. You start away, And lend no ear unto my purposes.— Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat. — He said, he would not ransom Mortimer; Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Wor. Hear you, Cousin; a word. Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales, But that I think his father loves him not, And would be glad he met with some mischance, I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale. Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear In Richard's time,-What do you call the place ?-- Hot. You say true: Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! me! Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Hot. I have done, i'faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish pri→ soners. Deliver them up without their ransom straight, reasons, Which I shall send you written, — be assur'd, Of that same noble Prelate, well beiov'd, Hot. Of York, is't not? -- |