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Enter the KING , NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , Sir Walter BLUNT , with others
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Enter the KING , NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , Sir Walter BLUNT , with others
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KING My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And you have found me, for accordingly
You tread upon my patience. But be sure
5 I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Mighty and to be feared, than my condition,
Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
And therefore lost that title of respect
Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
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KING My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And you have found me, for accordingly
You tread upon my patience. But be sure
I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Mighty and to be feared, than my condition,
Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
And therefore lost that title of respect
Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
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WORCESTER 10 Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
The scourge of greatness to be used on it,
And that same greatness too which our own hands
Have holp to make so portly.
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WORCESTER Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
The scourge of greatness to be used on it,
And that same greatness too which our own hands
Have holp to make so portly.
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NORTHUMBERLAND My lord—
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NORTHUMBERLAND My lord—
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KING Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
15 Danger and disobedience in thine eye.
O sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
And majesty might never yet endure
The moody frontier of a servant brow.
You have good leave to leave us. When we need
20 Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
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KING Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
Danger and disobedience in thine eye.
O sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
And majesty might never yet endure
The moody frontier of a servant brow.
You have good leave to leave us. When we need
Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
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Exit WORCESTER
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Exit WORCESTER
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(to NORTHUMBERLAND)You were about to speak.
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(to NORTHUMBERLAND)You were about to speak.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners in your Highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
25 As is delivered to your Majesty:
Either envy, therefore, or misprison
Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners in your Highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
As is delivered to your Majesty:
Either envy, therefore, or misprison
Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
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HOTSPUR My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But I remember, when the fight was done,
30 When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dressed,
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped
Showed like a stubble land at harvest home.
35 He was perfumèd 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,
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
40 Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talked.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
45 With many holiday and lady terms
He questioned me; amongst the rest demanded
My prisoners in your Majesty’s behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
To be so pestered with a popinjay,
50 Out of my grief and my impatience
Answered 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
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HOTSPUR 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, and trimly dressed,
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped
Showed like a stubble land at harvest home.
He was perfumèd 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,
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talked.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He questioned me; amongst the rest demanded
My prisoners in your Majesty’s behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
To be so pestered with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience
Answered 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
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55 Of guns, and drums, and wounds—God save the mark!—
And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth
Was parmacety for an inward bruise,
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpeter should be digged
60 Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly, and but for these vile guns
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
65 I answered indirectly, as I said,
And I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.
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Of guns, and drums, and wounds—God save the mark!—
And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth
Was parmacety for an inward bruise,
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpeter should be digged
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly, and but for these vile guns
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answered indirectly, as I said,
And I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.
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BLUNT The circumstance considered, good my lord,
70 Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
To such a person and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die and never rise
To do him wrong or any way impeach
75 What then he said, so he unsay it now.
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BLUNT The circumstance considered, good my lord,
Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
To such a person and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die and never rise
To do him wrong or any way impeach
What then he said, so he unsay it now.
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KING 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,
80 Who, on my soul, hath willfully betrayed
The lives of those that he did lead to fight
Against that great magician, damned Glendower,
Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
85 Be emptied 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
90 Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
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KING 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 willfully betrayed
The lives of those that he did lead to fight
Against that great magician, damned Glendower,
Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
Be emptied 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.
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HOTSPUR Revolted Mortimer!
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war. To prove that true
95 Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
Those mouthèd 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
100 In changing hardiment with great Glendower.
Three times they breathed, 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
105 And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Bloodstainèd with these valiant combatants.
Never did bare and rotten policy
Color her working with such deadly wounds,
Nor could the noble Mortimer
110 Receive so many, and all willingly.
Then let not him be slandered with revolt.
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HOTSPUR 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 mouthèd 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 breathed, 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
And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Bloodstainèd with these valiant combatants.
Never did bare and rotten policy
Color her working with such deadly wounds,
Nor could the noble Mortimer
Receive so many, and all willingly.
Then let not him be slandered with revolt.
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KING 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
115 As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer.
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
120 As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your son.—
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KING 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 thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer.
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your son.—
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Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
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Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
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Exit KING Henry, BLUNT , and train
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Exit KING Henry, BLUNT , and train
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HOTSPUR An if the devil come and roar for them,
I will not send them. I will after straight
125 And tell him so, for I will ease my heart,
Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
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HOTSPUR An 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,
Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
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NORTHUMBERLAND What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile.
Here comes your uncle.
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NORTHUMBERLAND What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile.
Here comes your uncle.
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Enter WORCESTER
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Enter WORCESTER
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HOTSPUR Speak of Mortimer?
Zounds, I will speak of him, and let my soul
130 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 in the dust,
But I will lift the downtrod Mortimer
As high in the air as this unthankful King,
135 As this ingrate and cankered Bolingbroke.
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HOTSPUR 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
And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
But I will lift the downtrod Mortimer
As high in the air as this unthankful King,
As this ingrate and cankered Bolingbroke.
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NORTHUMBERLAND (to WORCESTER) Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.
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NORTHUMBERLAND (to WORCESTER) Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.
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WORCESTER Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
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WORCESTER Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
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HOTSPUR He will forsooth have all my prisoners,
140 And when I urged the ransom once again
Of my wife’s brother, then his cheek looked pale,
And on my face he turned an eye of death,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
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HOTSPUR He will forsooth have all my prisoners,
And when I urged the ransom once again
Of my wife’s brother, then his cheek looked pale,
And on my face he turned an eye of death,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
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WORCESTER I cannot blame him. Was not he proclaimed
145 By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood?
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WORCESTER I cannot blame him. Was not he proclaimed
By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood?
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NORTHUMBERLAND 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;
150 From whence he, intercepted, did return
To be deposed and shortly murderèd.
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NORTHUMBERLAND 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
To be deposed and shortly murderèd.
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WORCESTER And for whose death we in the world’s wide mouth
Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
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WORCESTER And for whose death we in the world’s wide mouth
Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
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HOTSPUR But soft, I pray you. Did King Richard then
155 Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?
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HOTSPUR But soft, I pray you. Did King Richard then
Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?
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NORTHUMBERLAND He did; myself did hear it.
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NORTHUMBERLAND He did; myself did hear it.
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HOTSPUR Nay then, I cannot blame his cousin King
That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
But shall it be that you that set the crown
160 Upon the head of this forgetful man
And for his sake wear the detested blot
Of murderous subornation—shall it be
That you a world of curses undergo,
Being the agents or base second means,
165 The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
O, pardon me that I descend so low
To show the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle King.
Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
170 Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
That men of your nobility and power
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HOTSPUR Nay then, I cannot blame his cousin King
That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
But shall it be that you that set the crown
Upon the head of this forgetful man
And for his sake wear the detested blot
Of murderous subornation—shall it be
That you a world of curses undergo,
Being the agents or base second means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
O, pardon me that I descend so low
To show the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle King.
Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
That men of your nobility and power
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Did gage them both in an unjust behalf
(As both of you, God pardon it, have done)
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
175 An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And shall it in more shame be further spoken
That you are fooled, discarded, and shook off
By him for whom these shames you underwent?
No, yet time serves wherein you may redeem
180 Your banished honors 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
185 Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
Therefore I say—
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Did gage them both in an unjust behalf
(As both of you, God pardon it, have done)
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And shall it in more shame be further spoken
That you are fooled, discarded, and shook off
By him for whom these shames you underwent?
No, yet time serves wherein you may redeem
Your banished honors 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—
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WORCESTER 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,
190 As full of peril and adventurous spirit
As to o'erwalk a current roaring loud
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
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WORCESTER 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 adventurous spirit
As to o'erwalk a current roaring loud
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
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HOTSPUR If he fall in, good night, or sink or swim!
Send danger from the east unto the west,
195 So honor cross it from the north to south,
And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
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HOTSPUR If he fall in, good night, or sink or swim!
Send danger from the east unto the west,
So honor cross it from the north to south,
And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
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NORTHUMBERLAND Imagination of some great exploit
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Imagination of some great exploit
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
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HOTSPUR 200 By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drownèd honor by the locks,
205 So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
Without corrival all her dignities.
But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
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HOTSPUR By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drownèd honor by the locks,
So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
Without corrival all her dignities.
But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
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WORCESTER (to NORTHUMBERLAND) He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.—
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WORCESTER (to NORTHUMBERLAND) He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.—
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HOTSPUR I cry you mercy.
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HOTSPUR I cry you mercy.
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WORCESTER Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners—
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WORCESTER Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners—
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HOTSPUR I’ll keep them all.
By God, he shall not have a Scot of them.
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not.
215 I’ll keep them, by this hand!
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HOTSPUR I’ll keep them all.
By God, 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!
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WORCESTER You start away
And lend no ear unto my purposes:
Those prisoners you shall keep—
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WORCESTER You start away
And lend no ear unto my purposes:
Those prisoners you shall keep—
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HOTSPUR Nay, I will. That’s flat!
He said he would not ransom Mortimer,
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer.
220 But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I’ll hollo “Mortimer.”
Nay,
I’ll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but “Mortimer,” and give it him
225 To keep his anger still in motion.
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HOTSPUR Nay, I will. That’s flat!
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 hollo “Mortimer.”
Nay,
I’ll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but “Mortimer,” and give it him
To keep his anger still in motion.
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WORCESTER Hear you, cousin, a word.
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WORCESTER Hear you, cousin, a word.
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HOTSPUR All studies here I solemnly defy,
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke.
And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales—
230 But that I think his father loves him not
And would be glad he met with some mischance—
I would have him poisoned with a pot of ale.
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HOTSPUR 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 would have him poisoned with a pot of ale.
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WORCESTER Farewell, kinsman. I’ll talk to you
When you are better tempered to attend.
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WORCESTER Farewell, kinsman. I’ll talk to you
When you are better tempered to attend.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Art thou to break into this woman’s mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
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NORTHUMBERLAND Art thou to break into this woman’s mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
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HOTSPUR Why, look you, I am whipped and scourged with rods,
Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
240 Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
In Richard’s time—what do you call the place?
A plague upon it! It is in Gloucestershire.
'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
His uncle York; where I first bowed my knee
245 Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke.
'Sblood, when you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
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HOTSPUR Why, look you, I am whipped and scourged with rods,
Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
In Richard’s time—what do you call the place?
A plague upon it! It is in Gloucestershire.
'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
His uncle York; where I first bowed my knee
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke.
'Sblood, when you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
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NORTHUMBERLAND At Berkley Castle.
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NORTHUMBERLAND At Berkley Castle.
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HOTSPUR You say true.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
250 This fawning greyhound then did proffer me:
“Look when his infant fortune came to age,”
And “gentle Harry Percy,” and “kind cousin.”
O, the devil take such cozeners!—God forgive me!
Good uncle, tell your tale. I have done.
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HOTSPUR You say true.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
This fawning greyhound then did proffer me:
“Look when his infant fortune came to age,”
And “gentle Harry Percy,” and “kind cousin.”
O, the devil take such cozeners!—God forgive me!
Good uncle, tell your tale. I have done.
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WORCESTER 255 Nay, if you have not, to it again.
We will stay your leisure.
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WORCESTER Nay, if you have not, to it again.
We will stay your leisure.
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HOTSPUR I have done, i' faith.
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HOTSPUR I have done, i' faith.
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WORCESTER Then once more to your Scottish prisoners:
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
260 For powers in Scotland, which, for divers reasons
Which I shall send you written, be assured
Will easily be granted.—(to NORTHUMBERLAND) You, my lord,
Your son in Scotland being thus employed,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
265 Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
The Archbishop.
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WORCESTER Then once more to your Scottish prisoners:
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
For powers in Scotland, which, for divers reasons
Which I shall send you written, be assured
Will easily be granted.—(to NORTHUMBERLAND) You, my lord,
Your son in Scotland being thus employed,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
The Archbishop.
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HOTSPUR Of York, is it not?
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HOTSPUR Of York, is it not?
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WORCESTER True; who bears hard
His brother’s death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
I speak not this in estimation,
As what I think might be, but what I know
270 Is ruminated, plotted, and set down,
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
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WORCESTER True; who bears hard
His brother’s death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
I speak not this in estimation,
As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and set down,
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
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HOTSPUR I smell it. Upon my life, it will do well.
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HOTSPUR I smell it. Upon my life, it will do well.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Before the game is afoot thou still let’st slip.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Before the game is afoot thou still let’st slip.
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HOTSPUR 275 Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot.
And then the power of Scotland and of York
To join with Mortimer, ha?
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HOTSPUR Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot.
And then the power of Scotland and of York
To join with Mortimer, ha?
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WORCESTER And so they shall.
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WORCESTER And so they shall.
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HOTSPUR In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed.
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HOTSPUR In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed.
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WORCESTER And ’tis no little reason bids us speed
280 To save our heads by raising of a head,
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The King will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
285 And see already how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.
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WORCESTER And ’tis no little reason bids us speed
To save our heads by raising of a head,
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The King will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
And see already how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.
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HOTSPUR He does, he does. We’ll be revenged on him.
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HOTSPUR He does, he does. We’ll be revenged on him.
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WORCESTER Cousin, farewell. No further go in this
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
290 When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
I’ll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer,
Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
295 Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
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WORCESTER Cousin, farewell. No further go in this
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
I’ll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer,
Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, I trust.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, I trust.
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HOTSPUR Uncle, adieu: O, let the hours be short
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport.
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HOTSPUR Uncle, adieu: O, let the hours be short
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport.
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Enter the KING , NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , Sir Walter BLUNT , with others
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Enter the KING , NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , Sir Walter BLUNT , with others
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KING My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And you have found me, for accordingly
You tread upon my patience. But be sure
5 I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Mighty and to be feared, than my condition,
Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
And therefore lost that title of respect
Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
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KING My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
Unapt to stir at these indignities,
And you have found me, for accordingly
You tread upon my patience. But be sure
I will from henceforth rather be myself,
Mighty and to be feared, than my condition,
Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
And therefore lost that title of respect
Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
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WORCESTER 10 Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
The scourge of greatness to be used on it,
And that same greatness too which our own hands
Have holp to make so portly.
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WORCESTER Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
The scourge of greatness to be used on it,
And that same greatness too which our own hands
Have holp to make so portly.
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NORTHUMBERLAND My lord—
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NORTHUMBERLAND My lord—
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KING Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
15 Danger and disobedience in thine eye.
O sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
And majesty might never yet endure
The moody frontier of a servant brow.
You have good leave to leave us. When we need
20 Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
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KING Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
Danger and disobedience in thine eye.
O sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
And majesty might never yet endure
The moody frontier of a servant brow.
You have good leave to leave us. When we need
Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
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(to NORTHUMBERLAND)You were about to speak.
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(to NORTHUMBERLAND)You were about to speak.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners in your Highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
25 As is delivered to your Majesty:
Either envy, therefore, or misprison
Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners in your Highness' name demanded,
Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
As is delivered to your Majesty:
Either envy, therefore, or misprison
Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
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HOTSPUR My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But I remember, when the fight was done,
30 When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dressed,
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped
Showed like a stubble land at harvest home.
35 He was perfumèd 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,
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
40 Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talked.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
45 With many holiday and lady terms
He questioned me; amongst the rest demanded
My prisoners in your Majesty’s behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
To be so pestered with a popinjay,
50 Out of my grief and my impatience
Answered 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
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HOTSPUR 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, and trimly dressed,
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reaped
Showed like a stubble land at harvest home.
He was perfumèd 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,
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talked.
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He questioned me; amongst the rest demanded
My prisoners in your Majesty’s behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
To be so pestered with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience
Answered 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
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55 Of guns, and drums, and wounds—God save the mark!—
And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth
Was parmacety for an inward bruise,
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpeter should be digged
60 Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly, and but for these vile guns
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
65 I answered indirectly, as I said,
And I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.
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Of guns, and drums, and wounds—God save the mark!—
And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth
Was parmacety for an inward bruise,
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpeter should be digged
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed
So cowardly, and but for these vile guns
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answered indirectly, as I said,
And I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love and your high Majesty.
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BLUNT The circumstance considered, good my lord,
70 Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
To such a person and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die and never rise
To do him wrong or any way impeach
75 What then he said, so he unsay it now.
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BLUNT The circumstance considered, good my lord,
Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
To such a person and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die and never rise
To do him wrong or any way impeach
What then he said, so he unsay it now.
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KING 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,
80 Who, on my soul, hath willfully betrayed
The lives of those that he did lead to fight
Against that great magician, damned Glendower,
Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
85 Be emptied 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
90 Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
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KING 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 willfully betrayed
The lives of those that he did lead to fight
Against that great magician, damned Glendower,
Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers then
Be emptied 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.
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HOTSPUR Revolted Mortimer!
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war. To prove that true
95 Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
Those mouthèd 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
100 In changing hardiment with great Glendower.
Three times they breathed, 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
105 And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Bloodstainèd with these valiant combatants.
Never did bare and rotten policy
Color her working with such deadly wounds,
Nor could the noble Mortimer
110 Receive so many, and all willingly.
Then let not him be slandered with revolt.
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HOTSPUR 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 mouthèd 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 breathed, 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
And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Bloodstainèd with these valiant combatants.
Never did bare and rotten policy
Color her working with such deadly wounds,
Nor could the noble Mortimer
Receive so many, and all willingly.
Then let not him be slandered with revolt.
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KING 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
115 As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer.
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
120 As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your son.—
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KING 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 thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer.
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
As will displease you.—My lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your son.—
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Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
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Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
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Exit KING Henry, BLUNT , and train
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HOTSPUR An if the devil come and roar for them,
I will not send them. I will after straight
125 And tell him so, for I will ease my heart,
Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
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HOTSPUR An 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,
Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
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NORTHUMBERLAND What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile.
Here comes your uncle.
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NORTHUMBERLAND What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile.
Here comes your uncle.
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Enter WORCESTER
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HOTSPUR Speak of Mortimer?
Zounds, I will speak of him, and let my soul
130 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 in the dust,
But I will lift the downtrod Mortimer
As high in the air as this unthankful King,
135 As this ingrate and cankered Bolingbroke.
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HOTSPUR 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
And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
But I will lift the downtrod Mortimer
As high in the air as this unthankful King,
As this ingrate and cankered Bolingbroke.
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NORTHUMBERLAND (to WORCESTER) Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.
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NORTHUMBERLAND (to WORCESTER) Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.
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WORCESTER Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
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WORCESTER Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
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HOTSPUR He will forsooth have all my prisoners,
140 And when I urged the ransom once again
Of my wife’s brother, then his cheek looked pale,
And on my face he turned an eye of death,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
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HOTSPUR He will forsooth have all my prisoners,
And when I urged the ransom once again
Of my wife’s brother, then his cheek looked pale,
And on my face he turned an eye of death,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
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WORCESTER I cannot blame him. Was not he proclaimed
145 By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood?
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WORCESTER I cannot blame him. Was not he proclaimed
By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood?
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NORTHUMBERLAND 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;
150 From whence he, intercepted, did return
To be deposed and shortly murderèd.
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NORTHUMBERLAND 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
To be deposed and shortly murderèd.
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WORCESTER And for whose death we in the world’s wide mouth
Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
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WORCESTER And for whose death we in the world’s wide mouth
Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
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HOTSPUR But soft, I pray you. Did King Richard then
155 Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?
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HOTSPUR But soft, I pray you. Did King Richard then
Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
Heir to the crown?
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NORTHUMBERLAND He did; myself did hear it.
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NORTHUMBERLAND He did; myself did hear it.
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HOTSPUR Nay then, I cannot blame his cousin King
That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
But shall it be that you that set the crown
160 Upon the head of this forgetful man
And for his sake wear the detested blot
Of murderous subornation—shall it be
That you a world of curses undergo,
Being the agents or base second means,
165 The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
O, pardon me that I descend so low
To show the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle King.
Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
170 Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
That men of your nobility and power
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HOTSPUR Nay then, I cannot blame his cousin King
That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
But shall it be that you that set the crown
Upon the head of this forgetful man
And for his sake wear the detested blot
Of murderous subornation—shall it be
That you a world of curses undergo,
Being the agents or base second means,
The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
O, pardon me that I descend so low
To show the line and the predicament
Wherein you range under this subtle King.
Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
That men of your nobility and power
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Did gage them both in an unjust behalf
(As both of you, God pardon it, have done)
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
175 An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And shall it in more shame be further spoken
That you are fooled, discarded, and shook off
By him for whom these shames you underwent?
No, yet time serves wherein you may redeem
180 Your banished honors 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
185 Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
Therefore I say—
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Did gage them both in an unjust behalf
(As both of you, God pardon it, have done)
To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
And shall it in more shame be further spoken
That you are fooled, discarded, and shook off
By him for whom these shames you underwent?
No, yet time serves wherein you may redeem
Your banished honors 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—
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WORCESTER 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,
190 As full of peril and adventurous spirit
As to o'erwalk a current roaring loud
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
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WORCESTER 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 adventurous spirit
As to o'erwalk a current roaring loud
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
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HOTSPUR If he fall in, good night, or sink or swim!
Send danger from the east unto the west,
195 So honor cross it from the north to south,
And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
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HOTSPUR If he fall in, good night, or sink or swim!
Send danger from the east unto the west,
So honor cross it from the north to south,
And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
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NORTHUMBERLAND Imagination of some great exploit
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Imagination of some great exploit
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
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HOTSPUR 200 By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drownèd honor by the locks,
205 So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
Without corrival all her dignities.
But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
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HOTSPUR By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drownèd honor by the locks,
So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
Without corrival all her dignities.
But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
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WORCESTER (to NORTHUMBERLAND) He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.—
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WORCESTER (to NORTHUMBERLAND) He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.—
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HOTSPUR I cry you mercy.
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HOTSPUR I cry you mercy.
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WORCESTER Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners—
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WORCESTER Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners—
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HOTSPUR I’ll keep them all.
By God, he shall not have a Scot of them.
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not.
215 I’ll keep them, by this hand!
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HOTSPUR I’ll keep them all.
By God, 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!
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WORCESTER You start away
And lend no ear unto my purposes:
Those prisoners you shall keep—
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WORCESTER You start away
And lend no ear unto my purposes:
Those prisoners you shall keep—
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HOTSPUR Nay, I will. That’s flat!
He said he would not ransom Mortimer,
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer.
220 But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I’ll hollo “Mortimer.”
Nay,
I’ll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but “Mortimer,” and give it him
225 To keep his anger still in motion.
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HOTSPUR Nay, I will. That’s flat!
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 hollo “Mortimer.”
Nay,
I’ll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but “Mortimer,” and give it him
To keep his anger still in motion.
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WORCESTER Hear you, cousin, a word.
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WORCESTER Hear you, cousin, a word.
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HOTSPUR All studies here I solemnly defy,
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke.
And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales—
230 But that I think his father loves him not
And would be glad he met with some mischance—
I would have him poisoned with a pot of ale.
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HOTSPUR 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 would have him poisoned with a pot of ale.
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WORCESTER Farewell, kinsman. I’ll talk to you
When you are better tempered to attend.
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WORCESTER Farewell, kinsman. I’ll talk to you
When you are better tempered to attend.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Art thou to break into this woman’s mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
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NORTHUMBERLAND Art thou to break into this woman’s mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
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HOTSPUR Why, look you, I am whipped and scourged with rods,
Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
240 Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
In Richard’s time—what do you call the place?
A plague upon it! It is in Gloucestershire.
'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
His uncle York; where I first bowed my knee
245 Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke.
'Sblood, when you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
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HOTSPUR Why, look you, I am whipped and scourged with rods,
Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
In Richard’s time—what do you call the place?
A plague upon it! It is in Gloucestershire.
'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
His uncle York; where I first bowed my knee
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke.
'Sblood, when you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
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NORTHUMBERLAND At Berkley Castle.
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NORTHUMBERLAND At Berkley Castle.
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HOTSPUR You say true.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
250 This fawning greyhound then did proffer me:
“Look when his infant fortune came to age,”
And “gentle Harry Percy,” and “kind cousin.”
O, the devil take such cozeners!—God forgive me!
Good uncle, tell your tale. I have done.
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HOTSPUR You say true.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
This fawning greyhound then did proffer me:
“Look when his infant fortune came to age,”
And “gentle Harry Percy,” and “kind cousin.”
O, the devil take such cozeners!—God forgive me!
Good uncle, tell your tale. I have done.
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WORCESTER 255 Nay, if you have not, to it again.
We will stay your leisure.
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WORCESTER Nay, if you have not, to it again.
We will stay your leisure.
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HOTSPUR I have done, i' faith.
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HOTSPUR I have done, i' faith.
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WORCESTER Then once more to your Scottish prisoners:
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
260 For powers in Scotland, which, for divers reasons
Which I shall send you written, be assured
Will easily be granted.—(to NORTHUMBERLAND) You, my lord,
Your son in Scotland being thus employed,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
265 Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
The Archbishop.
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WORCESTER Then once more to your Scottish prisoners:
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
For powers in Scotland, which, for divers reasons
Which I shall send you written, be assured
Will easily be granted.—(to NORTHUMBERLAND) You, my lord,
Your son in Scotland being thus employed,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
The Archbishop.
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HOTSPUR Of York, is it not?
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HOTSPUR Of York, is it not?
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WORCESTER True; who bears hard
His brother’s death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
I speak not this in estimation,
As what I think might be, but what I know
270 Is ruminated, plotted, and set down,
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
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WORCESTER True; who bears hard
His brother’s death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
I speak not this in estimation,
As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and set down,
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
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HOTSPUR I smell it. Upon my life, it will do well.
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HOTSPUR I smell it. Upon my life, it will do well.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Before the game is afoot thou still let’st slip.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Before the game is afoot thou still let’st slip.
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HOTSPUR 275 Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot.
And then the power of Scotland and of York
To join with Mortimer, ha?
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HOTSPUR Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot.
And then the power of Scotland and of York
To join with Mortimer, ha?
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WORCESTER And so they shall.
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WORCESTER And so they shall.
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HOTSPUR In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed.
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HOTSPUR In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed.
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WORCESTER And ’tis no little reason bids us speed
280 To save our heads by raising of a head,
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The King will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
285 And see already how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.
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WORCESTER And ’tis no little reason bids us speed
To save our heads by raising of a head,
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The King will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
And see already how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.
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HOTSPUR He does, he does. We’ll be revenged on him.
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HOTSPUR He does, he does. We’ll be revenged on him.
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WORCESTER Cousin, farewell. No further go in this
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
290 When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
I’ll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer,
Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
295 Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
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WORCESTER Cousin, farewell. No further go in this
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
I’ll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer,
Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, I trust.
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NORTHUMBERLAND Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, I trust.
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HOTSPUR Uncle, adieu: O, let the hours be short
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport.
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HOTSPUR Uncle, adieu: O, let the hours be short
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport.
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