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Were, as he says, not with such strength deny'd
As is deliver'd to your majesty.

Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But, I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress’d,
Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd,
Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home:
He was perfumed like a milliner ;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
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,
He call’d them-untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He question’d me; among the rest demanded
My prisoners, in your majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd, neglectingly, I know not what ;
He should, or he should not; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
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 Was parmacity, for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord, 1 answer'd indirectly, as I said;

And, I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation,
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.

K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; But with proviso, and exception,That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer; Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those, that he did lead to fight Against the great magician, damn'd Glendower; Whose daughter, as we hear, the earl of March Hath lately marry’d. Shall our coffers then Be empty'd, to redeem a traitor home? Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears, When they have lost and forfeited themselves? No, on the barren mountains let him starve; For I shall never hold that man my friend, Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer.

Hot. Revolted Mortimer !
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war :-To prove that true,
Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took,
When, on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
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, and three times did they

drink,
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,

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And hid her crisp head in the hollow bank
Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. '
Never did base and rotten policy
Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Nor never could the noble Mortimer
Receive so many, and all willingly :
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.
K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost

belie him ;
He never did encounter with Glendower:
I tell thee,
He durst as well have met the devil alone,
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Art not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
Or shall hear in such a kind from me
As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your son :-
Send us your prisoners, or you 'll hear of it.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
[Exeunt all but NORTHUMBERLAND and HOTSPUR.
Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them,
I will not send them :-I will after straight,
And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
Although I make a hazard of my head.
North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and

pause
a while.
Here comes your uncle.

Enier WORCESTER.
Hot. 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,
But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
As high i' the air as this unthankful king,
As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.

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North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew

mad. Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone ?

Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners : And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his check look'd pale ; And on my face he turn’d an eye of death, 'Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

Wor. I cannot blame him : was he not proclaim'd, 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 heaven pardon!) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return To be depos’d, and, shortly, murdered.

Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did king Richard then Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer Heir to the crown?

North. He did; myself did hear it.

Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd. But shall 't, for shame, be spoken in these days, Or fill up chronicles in time to come, That men of your nobility, and power, Did ’gage them both in an unjust behalf, (As both of you, heaven pardon it! have done,) To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose, And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke ? And shall it, in more shame, be further spoken, That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off By him, for whom these shames ye underwent? No; yet time serves, wherein you may redeem Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves Into the good thoughts of the world again : Revenge the jeering, and disdain'd contempt, Of this proud king; who studies, day and night, To answer all the debt he owes to you, Even with the bloody payment of your deaths :Therefore, I say,

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'rous spirit,
As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

Hot. If he fall in, good night :-or sink, or swim:
Send danger from the east unto the west,
So honour cross it from the north to south,
And let them grapple;-0! the blood more stirs,
To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.

North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.

Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities :But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

Wor. 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 you mercy,

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 ;
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not :
I 'll keep them, by this hand.

Wor. You start away,
And lend no ear unto my purposes.
Those prisoners you shall keep.

Hot. Nay, I will ; that's fiat:
He said, he would not ransom Mortimer;
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer !--Nay,

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