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Were, as he says, not with such strength deny'd
Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
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
Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
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 !
And hid her crisp head in the hollow bank
belie him ;
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
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:
Hot. If he fall in, good night :-or sink, or swim:
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,
Hot. I 'll keep them all ;
Wor. You start away,
Hot. Nay, I will ; that's fiat: