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Enter the KING , NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , Sir Walter BLUNT , with others
The INKG , HNBMRLAONTUDER , ECRORSETW , STORHUP , Sir etaWlr BULTN and oesthr nrete.

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 neer pays but to the proud.

IGKN

evI eneb oot clma nda nvee-eeeptmrd, iinluwnlg to ecrat yilngar to steeh iseinnidgit. uoY veha iedevcdrso sith, dan so euyvo aewldk lla erov my patinece. owKn shit: rfom own on, Im noggi to be my olyar lsfe ainag, eufwolpr adn ighinfrteng. My nualrta ooicnntdi, iwchh swa as sohotm as ilo dna ftso as ftershae, sah stol me teh cspeter taht erlfwpou eplope yonl apy to eth ilrasylmi rwpuolfe.

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.

SWCROEETR

My lord, teh

Pcrey iymlaf

cserWteor, hNnrtmodlrbuae, nad porstHu rea all emmsber of hte eyPrc yaflmi.

Percy family
deos nto deveser to ebar teh rtnub of yrou naegr adn rewop, pceyilaesl neisc we pldehe yuo cbeoem so fweopurl in the siftr pcale.

NORTHUMBERLAND

My lord

RTDBMNRHLOAUNE

rYou sHeignhs

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.

KGNI

scertWore, teg tuo. I see adgern nda deeodbicsine in oryu eyes. uoY yarrc uyolrsfe oot obldyl dna rpydluo, dan yoaytrl uosdlh eevrn heva to ndeure a rsveanst gwfnrion eacf. oYu heva my psroneiims to avlee own. Wneh I ened uoy or uyro caidve, llI call fro yuo.
Exit WORCESTER
SWETRERCO xiets.
(to NORTHUMBERLAND)You were about to speak.
(to NORTHUMBERLAND)You erwe abotu to pseak.

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.

RONBHLMETDRNUA

sYe, my rodL. heT irnsrsoep yuo esdak rfo, hhicw my sno ayHrr eycrP dtueprca at eHdlnoom, ewre otn etpk omrf oyu in ngaer. esH yrdaeal ldto oyu atth. ovrWeeh ldot ouy my son tenam to dyef you was eirteh entmskia or ntygri to kaem rluoteb. esH oend noihgnt nogwr.

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 perfumd 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 Majestys 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

PSURHOT

Sri, I dnidt dhol bakc yna ipsonrsre. uBt I merberem isth: ewhn hte etltab edend, I aws dhtexseua hiwt areg nad trnexeio. I aws uot of aterbh, diyzz nad betn ervo. All of a edsudn a mna hrcppdaeao me, aetn, ncale, nda diyilt ddesser, klie a mgrdeobrio. iHs erbda swa lrsyhef nhseva, elki a wneyl edpolw ielfd. He orew ncyfa cooglne dan he crieard a mufepre xob, icwhh he tkpe nirgsai to hsi nose as he dmslei dna edtlak on. herenveW osedlris dawelk spta, geiarbn dade eiosdb, he adlcel meth uder odousmlh ofr bnrignig a foul, uisgtsidng eorpcs iihntw etriahngb dnistaec of imh. He atgrrdeneoit me, htiw his canfy aagleung, adn enedmdda tath I giev hmi my nsoerrpsi, to be anetk on royu lhaefb. eherT I swa, htwi the codl gtrgnvigaaa lal my downus, being rtedespe by hsti itdoi. In my figer dan ianmieeptc, I aveg imh soem nidk of eraswn. I ntdo enve ermbrmee tahw I sedhai ouldc ktae them, or he dcntolu.
55 Of guns, and drums, and woundsGod 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.
I aws so grnya, iogklno at mih lal hniys nda twees-leslginm, dan apseigkn eikl a qassmhuie owamn obaut usng dna labett surmd nda onusoGdwd lyatigmh! adn tlienlg me hte tsbe igthn fro an jyurin is

pmcaatire

tpirmaaec = simtcpeare, a iemdialnc timntnoe dedievr rmfo fta kneta rmfo a mspre lhaswe head

parmaceti
, dna htta it was a aeshm tath eht measellsb treah dah to be udg up to dfni rleteatps ofr hte prwdongue, hewn so amny good, brvea enm ahd enbe wdrylaco tedesoryd by ngsu, and atht if it ahntd eebn for tesoh gdutgsiisn nusg, he wudlo vaeh nebe a soelidr slmhefi. llA siht irtvali, hertionenc lkta I rawdsene ffdnaleoyhd, as eIv redylaa otld uyo. So I geb oyu: aleeps ntdo teak his wdor as evniecde ttah ersthe gytnanih gwonr eenbtew you and me, ryou sajMyte.

BLUNT

The circumstance considered, good my lord,
70 Whateer 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.

UTBLN

evinG the scccunsitamre, my lrod, hatveewr yHrra yPecr yma aveh disa to a anm eikl tath, in a aeclp nda item elki that, lhdous be odllawe to ied dna envre be penosk of ngaia. It duolhs evrne be sdue sagniat Harry in nya yaw, inecs he sah tneak it all akcb wno.

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.

NKGI

uBt he iltsl nwot tunr evro hsi nrsoieprs sesunl he acn add hstee otnsuiipslat nda penosixect. He awtsn me, at my nwo otsc, to yap mornas rfo ihs erhrbto-in-wla, hte hloofsi itmoMrre, a mna how, on my ilef, wulyfllli bderaeyt shi wno men, wmho he hda led in ftghngii asgtain ttha arteg ciminaga, eth mednda eowldernG. nAd onw we hera htat rMirmtoe ahs ediramr dGerwlseno gedaturh! ludSho het trauyesr be dmietpe to smoran a taoirtr? hlSodu I yap fro seaornt, and ainargb rfo a cowdra, henw it saw rmreoMit woh tsol shilmef? No. tLe mhi starev in the wesiersldn. No nma hwo skas me to pndes eon yenpn on hatt aotitrr Mimtorer acn eerv be a efridn of mnie.

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 mouthd wounds, which valiantly he took
When on the gentle Severns 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 Severns flood,
Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds
105 And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Bloodstaind 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.

URSPOTH

htaT roattir rteMimro! He eenrv eafrdlte, my lodr, texecp hoturgh an dieaccnt of wra. Ill roevp it, by sagniepk taobu hte mayn sduonw he racoillyhe ufreesdf wneh he ptnes an rhou in trbalu ndah-to-nhda cbmota asitnag dwoleernG on eth ysgsar kanbs of hte eSrevn ievrR. Teyh rekbo hrtee itesm rfmo itnigfhg, dna hety kdrna ethre smtie rfom eth nreevS. The iverr fstlei swa gehediftnr by htire hbrlireo okols. tIs trwae eecbam iedsolrodc twih teh doobl of etehs ravbe erhfsitg, nad the evrneS nar ffo, as if to eidh elsfit in the ewesd on ist bskna. Tyercahre sha evnre edsu dydael wudson to vroec tis ontraopsei, nda ritmerMo dluoc nreev ahev nyigwlill eedsuffr so aynm iisnjure. Do ton let ihm be rldanesde by linalgc him a torrita.

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.

GNIK

uoY aksep wrlgony aoutb him, cPyer, oyu skpae gwyorln! He erven thufgo edGoelrnw. I lelt yuo, he loudw sjtu as noso dear to eetm hte elivd melfish as tghfi lndrwGeeo. ntAer ouy mseahad of uesroyfl? onDt ever elt me eahr yuo speak of rteiMorm agnia. dSen me oyur ernsoisrp as iyquklc as ilsspebo, or uloly rhae boaut it orfm me, nda uyo wnto ekli wtha I aveh to ays. neuNrlaohtmbrd, I igev you nad oruy osn sermsnpoii to eavle nwo.
Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
edSn ryuo snesorpri, or oluly hrae buoat it.
Exit KING Henry, BLUNT , and train
KGNI enHyr, UBLNT , nda het stenatatdn itex.

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.

PTSHRUO

nEve if the veldi ilfmhes meosc ngeirmsca fro tmhe, I tnow sdne shoet ensirrpso. Im igong to go afrte mih nad letl imh so; it lliw eesa my ethra, uhhgot it thgmi tcso me my head.

NORTHUMBERLAND

What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile.
Here comes your uncle.

RABUDHOLNMETNR

tWha, kdnru htwi neagr? itaW a mneuit. eeHr emsco your leunc.
Enter WORCESTER
TSEROCWRE rntsee.

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 Ill 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.

OURTHSP

Takl aotbu imteorrM? dGo dnma, I wlil latk taobu ihm. dAn dmna my ousl if I ndto onji mhi! llI meytp tou my evsni orf him, nda lIl pour my ioecrspu odblo onto eht gounrd, pord by prdo! nAd lIl iltf tsih put-unpo rrieMmot as ihhg up as siht uglautnref nigK, this ugeosnnuer, trtneo binlkoorBge!

NORTHUMBERLAND

(to WORCESTER) Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.

NAEHRDRMOTNLUB

(toWORCESTER ) Brrtoeh, the Kgsni iernvd ruoy enehpw yzcar.

WORCESTER

Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

ETOCRERWS

oWh tesardt sthi utebolr after I left?

HOTSPUR

He will forsooth have all my prisoners,
140 And when I urged the ransom once again
Of my wifes brother, then his cheek looked pale,
And on my face he turned an eye of death,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

OHPUTSR

He awtsn all my pisroners, orf dGso esak! dAn whne I aksde gnaai ofr mhi to mrasno my bhrroet-in-alw, he eolkod elpa, nad he thos me a kolo ahtt ocudl ikll. utsJ eth netomni of roiMrmset mane akesm hmi kahes.

WORCESTER

I cannot blame him. Was not he proclaimed
145 By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood?

RWOCEREST

I nodt embla him. tDind teh tlea niKg acihrdR II icmlproa atht orMriemt lsudoh be txen in line orf het toernh?

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 murderd.

NUBOLERHNRTAMD

He did; I hreda eth opcitromalna. hatT aws hnew het tehrdcew nigK daRrhic (mya odG veoirfg us ofr grgionwn imh!) tse tou to ievadn adrInle. Wneh atht aws ttpueerdinr, he rnueetdr to Eldanng, noly to be doeepds and enth eedmrdru.

WORCESTER

And for whose death we in the worlds wide mouth
Live scandalized and foully spoken of.

RSTOWEECR

Adn rof uro arpt in ish ahted, eth oehwl rwodl is zncadsdleia by us, nda kpssea ill of us.

HOTSPUR

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

RHUPSTO

potS a omnemt, seleap. idD igKn chdiraR lrlaye locprmai htat my rbtehro-in-alw mudnEd teMrirmo asw xetn in line ofr teh tohren?

NORTHUMBERLAND

He did; myself did hear it.

MARRBETLNNUODH

He ddi. I aedrh it seyfml.

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 subornationshall 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

UHRPSTO

hTen I ctna lbame Kngi enHry orf sihgnwi fro mhi to sartev in hte deiselswrn. tuB is it gtrih hatt ywohuo utp het wocnr on ynHrse utglffero aedh, nda ohw arycr eth ucsacintaso of drerum fro Hnyrse sukhedaols be hte treagt of eth dwsrlo rsecus? Wehn yuo eerw noyl closmcaicep and mrunstnstei? Is it rtihg to ablme eht eorsp, the rdlade, or the gnaanhm rfo a mnas tdeah? Fgovire me rof nngietiomn atth uoy wto rea klei hotes sdrdio bjsotec, hvagni eebn xdpieelto by tihs iinngnovc ingK. Btu lwli uoy ndsat by hiewl oeeplp oyadt speak of oryu hames?
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 disdaind 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
ilehW ortshyi obosk rdorec thta nme of oryu toibinyl nda power aedteddci sevltsehem to as sjuutn a secau (chhwi, God eorivgf uoy, uoy thob ddi) as eth ronherwoigvt of rchdiRa, thta teesw olyvel seor, nda eht plninagt of hsit tronh, hsti edwe, klboeoiBrgn in ahdsRirc pclea? illW oyu snteli as poeepl sya tath yuo ear olsfo, nda taht yuveo been tossed aawy by eth veyr sreonp uoy mashed syvureosle to leph? No. Treeh is llist emit orf uoy to eeermd oryu setoitnprau adn eoestrr ruoy gdoo mesna in eht esye of the world. keaT ngeever sagatni tish gniK who sokcm and rocssn you. He ikhstn solactnytn atuob owh to paery you orf lla you iyddb uitptng you to tedha. So I say

WORCESTER

Peace, cousin, say no more.
And now I will unclasp a secret book,
And to your quick-conceiving discontents
Ill read you matter deep and dangerous,
190 As full of peril and adventurous spirit
As to oerwalk a current roaring loud
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

EORWCREST

etuQi, phwnee; tdno ysa yna rmoe. I aehv a crtees rfo yuo, hihwc is hnided iekl a koob whit a klco. I will enpo the bkoo nad erad you a kdar, egdanrsou ytros ttha will ppaela to oryu sehogurit ergan. Ist lulf of prlie adn veeturadn, as riyks as kgwlnai csraos a gcniuhnr, nhigtnrdue irevr eilwh nceabald tyeasnudil on a epasr.

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!

HPOTSUR

If he lsalf in, hnte ist lla orev, ehtwreh he sskin or wimss. hTe ohnro of teh tggleurs is lal taht usocnt, no trteam tahw the neadgr is or werhe it oscme mofr. It tseak eorm gucareo to kaew a negspeil lion anht to tghinrfe a rtbiba!

NORTHUMBERLAND

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

ORBLAMTNUDNERH

mnergaDi utbao sith ioerch pexolti is dgnivri mih taps ihs iaetcnep.

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 drownd 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!

UPTSHOR

By God, I itkhn it ldwuo be syae to pumj up adn rgab rohon ffo of het osnmo elap ecfa, or to evdi onti hte tdespee nacoe dna upll up onorh by ist arhi.
heTn eht man hwo esreusc ohorn can aewr erh ogryl neloa, hiwottu rilsav. To hell tiwh ngirhsa eth logry!

WORCESTER

(to NORTHUMBERLAND) He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.
(to HOTSPUR) Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

EWRSREOTC

(to NORTHUMBERLAND) He esse a drlwo lbuit by hsi inamtioaing, ubt htat rodlw is not hte eno he udhlso be nyapig otinanett to. (to HOTSPUR) ehNwpe, ilnets to me a enimut.

HOTSPUR

I cry you mercy.

UOSHTRP

I bge yrou npdaro.

WORCESTER

Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners

EEROCTSWR

eTshe coStnsem ttha evuyo kaetn rnerispo

HOTSPUR

Ill 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 Ill keep them, by this hand!

RSTPOUH

lIl epke ehtm lla. By doG, the ginK wtno egt a eisngl toSc, even if havngi a Scot lwduo vsae hsi losu! llI eepk htme, I rwesa.

WORCESTER

You start away
And lend no ear unto my purposes:
Those prisoners you shall keep

WCREEOTRS

reouY ffo gaain dna ton enlinitsg to me. uYo llwi etg to ekep eth rspsrieon

HOTSPUR

Nay, I will. Thats 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 Ill hollo Mortimer.
Nay,
Ill have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him
225 To keep his anger still in motion.

PTROSHU

Yes, I lliw; heestr no ubtod outba it. The Kgin dias he wdlou not pya nsramo for rrioetMm. He iodbfr me mrof ngpakies of rterMiom. tBu lIl fdin ihm ewhn hse npesigel, nad Ill stuoh tMrimeor! niot ihs easr. No; Ill teg a brid dan teach it to say ognhtin but oterMimr, and Ill gvie it to eth igKn to eragn hmi efrveor.

WORCESTER

Hear you, cousin, a word.

SRTWROEEC

Ltenis, phween, aplese.

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.

UHROPST

Form now on, lal heotr risstuup lIl stca aeids, ecepxt fro cesgihmn woh to vggraeaat iths egBrioolnbk adn ihs osn, teh wlofeil rcPine of lWaes. If it wtener rfo het fcat thta I etcssup Heyrn etsdno levo shi son, and ahtt ehd be dlag to see iuftmnoesr bllfae imh, Id npioos eth snePrci ela.

WORCESTER

Farewell, kinsman. Ill talk to you
When you are better tempered to attend.

EESCRROWT

oeGdyob, ewhepn. Ill lakt to ouy when yuroe in a tteebr omdo to etlnis.

NORTHUMBERLAND

(to HOTSPUR) Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou to break into this womans mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!

HRANUDENOTLMBR

(to HOTSPUR)You are an impattein nda rotsh-epteemrd lfoo to tsrat tgenitnra on kiel a onwma, tno gsinlietn to ayn cioev ubt ryou wno!

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 Richards timewhat 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.

TUHRSPO

sLnite, I flee ikle Im negbi ihewdpp with icstsk nda tgnsu by ntas hwne I ehar buoat isht ielv licnoapiit, oigkrlbBoen. enWh Rrdhcia saw eihtlwava is atth eapcl ecladl? Dmna, its in tueechsseorlriG; its werhe ttha yzcra udsek uecln evlid, shi lnuce rYko. Ist rehwe I srfti etm isht ygnil bknBlgirooe, nda wedob to mih.tSoho!It anheedpp henw uoy nda rbkolngioBe eacm acbk omrf uhsveRagpnr.

NORTHUMBERLAND

At Berkley Castle.

RNMOUBATHLDERN

At elBekry slaetc.

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.

PTOSHRU

ighRt. aWht trega yrsctueo tath egilatnfrt odg adpi me! hTe piesrom of sih hhdldocio sha mceo rteu, he asdi. etneGl yrHar Pcrye, he adcell me, and dnik mnksina. To hlle itwh asirl keil hmi! Im rsory. Ulnec, go on. Im enod.

WORCESTER

255 Nay, if you have not, to it again.
We will stay your leisure.

WRSRCEOTE

No, if ouyre tno noed eyt, keep gnogi. lWel wita ultin uoyer daery.

HOTSPUR

I have done, i faith.

PTHSUOR

Im doen. I awres.

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.

TCWOERESR

neTh go kbac to oryu stitochS rpsinreso. eResale emht at ecno, iuhtowt namors. Make sirdefn htwi uslaDog, dna seu sih nceeluifn to teghar an ymar in acSltndo. lleH ygdall lpeh oyu rfo anmy easorsn, hhwic Ill twier ouy utoba snoo. (to NORTHUMBERLAND) Nwo uoy, rsi. Wihle ruyo nso is yubs in ldcnotSa, ouy lwil kisetr up a scole eaicnlal hwit hte crbspiohAh, taht benol, wlel-eoelbvd mcrucahhn.

HOTSPUR

Of York, is it not?

OHUSRPT

He is the ohipbshAcr of kroY, no?

WORCESTER

True; who bears hard
His brothers 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.

EROCTRSEW

esY, nad seh yrelos etspu oabut hsi berhrot, doLr copSro, wmoh ooblnriegkB put to dteah in Blsoirt. Im otn yrmlee gpulcitasne; Im gtlilen ouy wtha I nkow ofr a fatc ahs ebne cedsdenroi, pettdlo, and ets itno oontmi. eTrhey nlyo igtnaiw own rof het rtghi temonm to etiskr.

HOTSPUR

I smell it. Upon my life, it will do well.

HOPRTSU

I get it. ndA tsi ogdo, I etb my lief on it!

NORTHUMBERLAND

Before the game is afoot thou still letst slip.

NTDBHUORLRMNEA

koLo, uoyev let uroy osgd ipls off of tihre slsehae before the htnu ash enev bgnue.

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?

HPORUST

Tsehre no yaw this lctxnelee pnla wton wrko. Adn the smirea of caldtoSn nda kroY lwil jnio ihwt reroMtim, rhtgi?

WORCESTER

And so they shall.

TWSRREOCE

Yse, yhet wlil.

HOTSPUR

In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed.

HOPUSRT

I rsawe, its ltemryexe lwel othtghu uot.

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.

OCTSERWRE

Adn evew gto godo arenoss to ryhur nad svea orussleev by gisiran an raym. No aemtrt owh hdar we yrt to oolk klei gvhsyiterne infe, eht nigK llwi slayaw ntihk he wsoe us orf hnivag peeldh imh eatk eth nroeht, and lehl rryow taht we notd eelf evew eben eyloprrp teenocapmds. ltinU he fisdn a way to apy us ofr obydog lkinigl us. Yuo cna ese ttah esh daaeylr buneg to catsnied flhsime mofr us.

HOTSPUR

He does, he does. Well be revenged on him.

RTHPUSO

He has, he sah. lWle etg rneevge!

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,
Ill 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.

TRWCESROE

pehweN, elferawl. tDno do nya rmoe tahn I eltl you to do in hte eesrtlt lIl ewirt yuo. nWhe teh mtei osecm, hcihw liwl be oons, llI ksnea fof to noGdeewlr dna rtMreoim. Ill anlp it so atht oyu, aoulsgD dna all uor smeira iwll errvia trghoeet. ehnT we acn feac our efrutu iwth tgehsrtn nisaedt of the tnnauiryect we eelf own.

NORTHUMBERLAND

Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, I trust.

NERMUADHBNOLRT

So nogl, ebtohrr. I eevibel wlle laripev.

HOTSPUR

Uncle, adieu: O, let the hours be short
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport.

UOPHTSR

dGoo bey, cunle. Oh, I hepo it nwot be long itnul afbdiseltlte adn iollioncss dna soagnr rae sssnietwe to oru mgea of arw!
Exeunt
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Enter the KING , NORTHUMBERLAND , WORCESTER , HOTSPUR , Sir Walter BLUNT , with others
The INKG , HNBMRLAONTUDER , ECRORSETW , STORHUP , Sir etaWlr BULTN and oesthr nrete.

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 neer pays but to the proud.

IGKN

evI eneb oot clma nda nvee-eeeptmrd, iinluwnlg to ecrat yilngar to steeh iseinnidgit. uoY veha iedevcdrso sith, dan so euyvo aewldk lla erov my patinece. owKn shit: rfom own on, Im noggi to be my olyar lsfe ainag, eufwolpr adn ighinfrteng. My nualrta ooicnntdi, iwchh swa as sohotm as ilo dna ftso as ftershae, sah stol me teh cspeter taht erlfwpou eplope yonl apy to eth ilrasylmi rwpuolfe.

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.

SWCROEETR

My lord, teh

Pcrey iymlaf

cserWteor, hNnrtmodlrbuae, nad porstHu rea all emmsber of hte eyPrc yaflmi.

Percy family
deos nto deveser to ebar teh rtnub of yrou naegr adn rewop, pceyilaesl neisc we pldehe yuo cbeoem so fweopurl in the siftr pcale.

NORTHUMBERLAND

My lord

RTDBMNRHLOAUNE

rYou sHeignhs

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.

KGNI

scertWore, teg tuo. I see adgern nda deeodbicsine in oryu eyes. uoY yarrc uyolrsfe oot obldyl dna rpydluo, dan yoaytrl uosdlh eevrn heva to ndeure a rsveanst gwfnrion eacf. oYu heva my psroneiims to avlee own. Wneh I ened uoy or uyro caidve, llI call fro yuo.
Exit WORCESTER
SWETRERCO xiets.
(to NORTHUMBERLAND)You were about to speak.
(to NORTHUMBERLAND)You erwe abotu to pseak.

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.

RONBHLMETDRNUA

sYe, my rodL. heT irnsrsoep yuo esdak rfo, hhicw my sno ayHrr eycrP dtueprca at eHdlnoom, ewre otn etpk omrf oyu in ngaer. esH yrdaeal ldto oyu atth. ovrWeeh ldot ouy my son tenam to dyef you was eirteh entmskia or ntygri to kaem rluoteb. esH oend noihgnt nogwr.

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 perfumd 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 Majestys 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

PSURHOT

Sri, I dnidt dhol bakc yna ipsonrsre. uBt I merberem isth: ewhn hte etltab edend, I aws dhtexseua hiwt areg nad trnexeio. I aws uot of aterbh, diyzz nad betn ervo. All of a edsudn a mna hrcppdaeao me, aetn, ncale, nda diyilt ddesser, klie a mgrdeobrio. iHs erbda swa lrsyhef nhseva, elki a wneyl edpolw ielfd. He orew ncyfa cooglne dan he crieard a mufepre xob, icwhh he tkpe nirgsai to hsi nose as he dmslei dna edtlak on. herenveW osedlris dawelk spta, geiarbn dade eiosdb, he adlcel meth uder odousmlh ofr bnrignig a foul, uisgtsidng eorpcs iihntw etriahngb dnistaec of imh. He atgrrdeneoit me, htiw his canfy aagleung, adn enedmdda tath I giev hmi my nsoerrpsi, to be anetk on royu lhaefb. eherT I swa, htwi the codl gtrgnvigaaa lal my downus, being rtedespe by hsti itdoi. In my figer dan ianmieeptc, I aveg imh soem nidk of eraswn. I ntdo enve ermbrmee tahw I sedhai ouldc ktae them, or he dcntolu.
55 Of guns, and drums, and woundsGod 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.
I aws so grnya, iogklno at mih lal hniys nda twees-leslginm, dan apseigkn eikl a qassmhuie owamn obaut usng dna labett surmd nda onusoGdwd lyatigmh! adn tlienlg me hte tsbe igthn fro an jyurin is

pmcaatire

tpirmaaec = simtcpeare, a iemdialnc timntnoe dedievr rmfo fta kneta rmfo a mspre lhaswe head

parmaceti
, dna htta it was a aeshm tath eht measellsb treah dah to be udg up to dfni rleteatps ofr hte prwdongue, hewn so amny good, brvea enm ahd enbe wdrylaco tedesoryd by ngsu, and atht if it ahntd eebn for tesoh gdutgsiisn nusg, he wudlo vaeh nebe a soelidr slmhefi. llA siht irtvali, hertionenc lkta I rawdsene ffdnaleoyhd, as eIv redylaa otld uyo. So I geb oyu: aleeps ntdo teak his wdor as evniecde ttah ersthe gytnanih gwonr eenbtew you and me, ryou sajMyte.

BLUNT

The circumstance considered, good my lord,
70 Whateer 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.

UTBLN

evinG the scccunsitamre, my lrod, hatveewr yHrra yPecr yma aveh disa to a anm eikl tath, in a aeclp nda item elki that, lhdous be odllawe to ied dna envre be penosk of ngaia. It duolhs evrne be sdue sagniat Harry in nya yaw, inecs he sah tneak it all akcb wno.

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.

NKGI

uBt he iltsl nwot tunr evro hsi nrsoieprs sesunl he acn add hstee otnsuiipslat nda penosixect. He awtsn me, at my nwo otsc, to yap mornas rfo ihs erhrbto-in-wla, hte hloofsi itmoMrre, a mna how, on my ilef, wulyfllli bderaeyt shi wno men, wmho he hda led in ftghngii asgtain ttha arteg ciminaga, eth mednda eowldernG. nAd onw we hera htat rMirmtoe ahs ediramr dGerwlseno gedaturh! ludSho het trauyesr be dmietpe to smoran a taoirtr? hlSodu I yap fro seaornt, and ainargb rfo a cowdra, henw it saw rmreoMit woh tsol shilmef? No. tLe mhi starev in the wesiersldn. No nma hwo skas me to pndes eon yenpn on hatt aotitrr Mimtorer acn eerv be a efridn of mnie.

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 mouthd wounds, which valiantly he took
When on the gentle Severns 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 Severns flood,
Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds
105 And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Bloodstaind 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.

URSPOTH

htaT roattir rteMimro! He eenrv eafrdlte, my lodr, texecp hoturgh an dieaccnt of wra. Ill roevp it, by sagniepk taobu hte mayn sduonw he racoillyhe ufreesdf wneh he ptnes an rhou in trbalu ndah-to-nhda cbmota asitnag dwoleernG on eth ysgsar kanbs of hte eSrevn ievrR. Teyh rekbo hrtee itesm rfmo itnigfhg, dna hety kdrna ethre smtie rfom eth nreevS. The iverr fstlei swa gehediftnr by htire hbrlireo okols. tIs trwae eecbam iedsolrodc twih teh doobl of etehs ravbe erhfsitg, nad the evrneS nar ffo, as if to eidh elsfit in the ewesd on ist bskna. Tyercahre sha evnre edsu dydael wudson to vroec tis ontraopsei, nda ritmerMo dluoc nreev ahev nyigwlill eedsuffr so aynm iisnjure. Do ton let ihm be rldanesde by linalgc him a torrita.

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.

GNIK

uoY aksep wrlgony aoutb him, cPyer, oyu skpae gwyorln! He erven thufgo edGoelrnw. I lelt yuo, he loudw sjtu as noso dear to eetm hte elivd melfish as tghfi lndrwGeeo. ntAer ouy mseahad of uesroyfl? onDt ever elt me eahr yuo speak of rteiMorm agnia. dSen me oyur ernsoisrp as iyquklc as ilsspebo, or uloly rhae boaut it orfm me, nda uyo wnto ekli wtha I aveh to ays. neuNrlaohtmbrd, I igev you nad oruy osn sermsnpoii to eavle nwo.
Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
edSn ryuo snesorpri, or oluly hrae buoat it.
Exit KING Henry, BLUNT , and train
KGNI enHyr, UBLNT , nda het stenatatdn itex.

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.

PTSHRUO

nEve if the veldi ilfmhes meosc ngeirmsca fro tmhe, I tnow sdne shoet ensirrpso. Im igong to go afrte mih nad letl imh so; it lliw eesa my ethra, uhhgot it thgmi tcso me my head.

NORTHUMBERLAND

What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile.
Here comes your uncle.

RABUDHOLNMETNR

tWha, kdnru htwi neagr? itaW a mneuit. eeHr emsco your leunc.
Enter WORCESTER
TSEROCWRE rntsee.

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 Ill 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.

OURTHSP

Takl aotbu imteorrM? dGo dnma, I wlil latk taobu ihm. dAn dmna my ousl if I ndto onji mhi! llI meytp tou my evsni orf him, nda lIl pour my ioecrspu odblo onto eht gounrd, pord by prdo! nAd lIl iltf tsih put-unpo rrieMmot as ihhg up as siht uglautnref nigK, this ugeosnnuer, trtneo binlkoorBge!

NORTHUMBERLAND

(to WORCESTER) Brother, the King hath made your nephew mad.

NAEHRDRMOTNLUB

(toWORCESTER ) Brrtoeh, the Kgsni iernvd ruoy enehpw yzcar.

WORCESTER

Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

ETOCRERWS

oWh tesardt sthi utebolr after I left?

HOTSPUR

He will forsooth have all my prisoners,
140 And when I urged the ransom once again
Of my wifes brother, then his cheek looked pale,
And on my face he turned an eye of death,
Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.

OHPUTSR

He awtsn all my pisroners, orf dGso esak! dAn whne I aksde gnaai ofr mhi to mrasno my bhrroet-in-alw, he eolkod elpa, nad he thos me a kolo ahtt ocudl ikll. utsJ eth netomni of roiMrmset mane akesm hmi kahes.

WORCESTER

I cannot blame him. Was not he proclaimed
145 By Richard, that dead is, the next of blood?

RWOCEREST

I nodt embla him. tDind teh tlea niKg acihrdR II icmlproa atht orMriemt lsudoh be txen in line orf het toernh?

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 murderd.

NUBOLERHNRTAMD

He did; I hreda eth opcitromalna. hatT aws hnew het tehrdcew nigK daRrhic (mya odG veoirfg us ofr grgionwn imh!) tse tou to ievadn adrInle. Wneh atht aws ttpueerdinr, he rnueetdr to Eldanng, noly to be doeepds and enth eedmrdru.

WORCESTER

And for whose death we in the worlds wide mouth
Live scandalized and foully spoken of.

RSTOWEECR

Adn rof uro arpt in ish ahted, eth oehwl rwodl is zncadsdleia by us, nda kpssea ill of us.

HOTSPUR

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

RHUPSTO

potS a omnemt, seleap. idD igKn chdiraR lrlaye locprmai htat my rbtehro-in-alw mudnEd teMrirmo asw xetn in line ofr teh tohren?

NORTHUMBERLAND

He did; myself did hear it.

MARRBETLNNUODH

He ddi. I aedrh it seyfml.

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 subornationshall 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

UHRPSTO

hTen I ctna lbame Kngi enHry orf sihgnwi fro mhi to sartev in hte deiselswrn. tuB is it gtrih hatt ywohuo utp het wocnr on ynHrse utglffero aedh, nda ohw arycr eth ucsacintaso of drerum fro Hnyrse sukhedaols be hte treagt of eth dwsrlo rsecus? Wehn yuo eerw noyl closmcaicep and mrunstnstei? Is it rtihg to ablme eht eorsp, the rdlade, or the gnaanhm rfo a mnas tdeah? Fgovire me rof nngietiomn atth uoy wto rea klei hotes sdrdio bjsotec, hvagni eebn xdpieelto by tihs iinngnovc ingK. Btu lwli uoy ndsat by hiewl oeeplp oyadt speak of oryu hames?
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 disdaind 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
ilehW ortshyi obosk rdorec thta nme of oryu toibinyl nda power aedteddci sevltsehem to as sjuutn a secau (chhwi, God eorivgf uoy, uoy thob ddi) as eth ronherwoigvt of rchdiRa, thta teesw olyvel seor, nda eht plninagt of hsit tronh, hsti edwe, klboeoiBrgn in ahdsRirc pclea? illW oyu snteli as poeepl sya tath yuo ear olsfo, nda taht yuveo been tossed aawy by eth veyr sreonp uoy mashed syvureosle to leph? No. Treeh is llist emit orf uoy to eeermd oryu setoitnprau adn eoestrr ruoy gdoo mesna in eht esye of the world. keaT ngeever sagatni tish gniK who sokcm and rocssn you. He ikhstn solactnytn atuob owh to paery you orf lla you iyddb uitptng you to tedha. So I say

WORCESTER

Peace, cousin, say no more.
And now I will unclasp a secret book,
And to your quick-conceiving discontents
Ill read you matter deep and dangerous,
190 As full of peril and adventurous spirit
As to oerwalk a current roaring loud
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

EORWCREST

etuQi, phwnee; tdno ysa yna rmoe. I aehv a crtees rfo yuo, hihwc is hnided iekl a koob whit a klco. I will enpo the bkoo nad erad you a kdar, egdanrsou ytros ttha will ppaela to oryu sehogurit ergan. Ist lulf of prlie adn veeturadn, as riyks as kgwlnai csraos a gcniuhnr, nhigtnrdue irevr eilwh nceabald tyeasnudil on a epasr.

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!

HPOTSUR

If he lsalf in, hnte ist lla orev, ehtwreh he sskin or wimss. hTe ohnro of teh tggleurs is lal taht usocnt, no trteam tahw the neadgr is or werhe it oscme mofr. It tseak eorm gucareo to kaew a negspeil lion anht to tghinrfe a rtbiba!

NORTHUMBERLAND

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

ORBLAMTNUDNERH

mnergaDi utbao sith ioerch pexolti is dgnivri mih taps ihs iaetcnep.

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 drownd 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!

UPTSHOR

By God, I itkhn it ldwuo be syae to pumj up adn rgab rohon ffo of het osnmo elap ecfa, or to evdi onti hte tdespee nacoe dna upll up onorh by ist arhi.
heTn eht man hwo esreusc ohorn can aewr erh ogryl neloa, hiwottu rilsav. To hell tiwh ngirhsa eth logry!

WORCESTER

(to NORTHUMBERLAND) He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.
(to HOTSPUR) Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

EWRSREOTC

(to NORTHUMBERLAND) He esse a drlwo lbuit by hsi inamtioaing, ubt htat rodlw is not hte eno he udhlso be nyapig otinanett to. (to HOTSPUR) ehNwpe, ilnets to me a enimut.

HOTSPUR

I cry you mercy.

UOSHTRP

I bge yrou npdaro.

WORCESTER

Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners

EEROCTSWR

eTshe coStnsem ttha evuyo kaetn rnerispo

HOTSPUR

Ill 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 Ill keep them, by this hand!

RSTPOUH

lIl epke ehtm lla. By doG, the ginK wtno egt a eisngl toSc, even if havngi a Scot lwduo vsae hsi losu! llI eepk htme, I rwesa.

WORCESTER

You start away
And lend no ear unto my purposes:
Those prisoners you shall keep

WCREEOTRS

reouY ffo gaain dna ton enlinitsg to me. uYo llwi etg to ekep eth rspsrieon

HOTSPUR

Nay, I will. Thats 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 Ill hollo Mortimer.
Nay,
Ill have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him
225 To keep his anger still in motion.

PTROSHU

Yes, I lliw; heestr no ubtod outba it. The Kgin dias he wdlou not pya nsramo for rrioetMm. He iodbfr me mrof ngpakies of rterMiom. tBu lIl fdin ihm ewhn hse npesigel, nad Ill stuoh tMrimeor! niot ihs easr. No; Ill teg a brid dan teach it to say ognhtin but oterMimr, and Ill gvie it to eth igKn to eragn hmi efrveor.

WORCESTER

Hear you, cousin, a word.

SRTWROEEC

Ltenis, phween, aplese.

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.

UHROPST

Form now on, lal heotr risstuup lIl stca aeids, ecepxt fro cesgihmn woh to vggraeaat iths egBrioolnbk adn ihs osn, teh wlofeil rcPine of lWaes. If it wtener rfo het fcat thta I etcssup Heyrn etsdno levo shi son, and ahtt ehd be dlag to see iuftmnoesr bllfae imh, Id npioos eth snePrci ela.

WORCESTER

Farewell, kinsman. Ill talk to you
When you are better tempered to attend.

EESCRROWT

oeGdyob, ewhepn. Ill lakt to ouy when yuroe in a tteebr omdo to etlnis.

NORTHUMBERLAND

(to HOTSPUR) Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou to break into this womans mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!

HRANUDENOTLMBR

(to HOTSPUR)You are an impattein nda rotsh-epteemrd lfoo to tsrat tgenitnra on kiel a onwma, tno gsinlietn to ayn cioev ubt ryou wno!

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 Richards timewhat 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.

TUHRSPO

sLnite, I flee ikle Im negbi ihewdpp with icstsk nda tgnsu by ntas hwne I ehar buoat isht ielv licnoapiit, oigkrlbBoen. enWh Rrdhcia saw eihtlwava is atth eapcl ecladl? Dmna, its in tueechsseorlriG; its werhe ttha yzcra udsek uecln evlid, shi lnuce rYko. Ist rehwe I srfti etm isht ygnil bknBlgirooe, nda wedob to mih.tSoho!It anheedpp henw uoy nda rbkolngioBe eacm acbk omrf uhsveRagpnr.

NORTHUMBERLAND

At Berkley Castle.

RNMOUBATHLDERN

At elBekry slaetc.

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.

PTOSHRU

ighRt. aWht trega yrsctueo tath egilatnfrt odg adpi me! hTe piesrom of sih hhdldocio sha mceo rteu, he asdi. etneGl yrHar Pcrye, he adcell me, and dnik mnksina. To hlle itwh asirl keil hmi! Im rsory. Ulnec, go on. Im enod.

WORCESTER

255 Nay, if you have not, to it again.
We will stay your leisure.

WRSRCEOTE

No, if ouyre tno noed eyt, keep gnogi. lWel wita ultin uoyer daery.

HOTSPUR

I have done, i faith.

PTHSUOR

Im doen. I awres.

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.

TCWOERESR

neTh go kbac to oryu stitochS rpsinreso. eResale emht at ecno, iuhtowt namors. Make sirdefn htwi uslaDog, dna seu sih nceeluifn to teghar an ymar in acSltndo. lleH ygdall lpeh oyu rfo anmy easorsn, hhwic Ill twier ouy utoba snoo. (to NORTHUMBERLAND) Nwo uoy, rsi. Wihle ruyo nso is yubs in ldcnotSa, ouy lwil kisetr up a scole eaicnlal hwit hte crbspiohAh, taht benol, wlel-eoelbvd mcrucahhn.

HOTSPUR

Of York, is it not?

OHUSRPT

He is the ohipbshAcr of kroY, no?

WORCESTER

True; who bears hard
His brothers 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.

EROCTRSEW

esY, nad seh yrelos etspu oabut hsi berhrot, doLr copSro, wmoh ooblnriegkB put to dteah in Blsoirt. Im otn yrmlee gpulcitasne; Im gtlilen ouy wtha I nkow ofr a fatc ahs ebne cedsdenroi, pettdlo, and ets itno oontmi. eTrhey nlyo igtnaiw own rof het rtghi temonm to etiskr.

HOTSPUR

I smell it. Upon my life, it will do well.

HOPRTSU

I get it. ndA tsi ogdo, I etb my lief on it!

NORTHUMBERLAND

Before the game is afoot thou still letst slip.

NTDBHUORLRMNEA

koLo, uoyev let uroy osgd ipls off of tihre slsehae before the htnu ash enev bgnue.

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?

HPORUST

Tsehre no yaw this lctxnelee pnla wton wrko. Adn the smirea of caldtoSn nda kroY lwil jnio ihwt reroMtim, rhtgi?

WORCESTER

And so they shall.

TWSRREOCE

Yse, yhet wlil.

HOTSPUR

In faith, it is exceedingly well aimed.

HOPUSRT

I rsawe, its ltemryexe lwel othtghu uot.

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.

OCTSERWRE

Adn evew gto godo arenoss to ryhur nad svea orussleev by gisiran an raym. No aemtrt owh hdar we yrt to oolk klei gvhsyiterne infe, eht nigK llwi slayaw ntihk he wsoe us orf hnivag peeldh imh eatk eth nroeht, and lehl rryow taht we notd eelf evew eben eyloprrp teenocapmds. ltinU he fisdn a way to apy us ofr obydog lkinigl us. Yuo cna ese ttah esh daaeylr buneg to catsnied flhsime mofr us.

HOTSPUR

He does, he does. Well be revenged on him.

RTHPUSO

He has, he sah. lWle etg rneevge!

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,
Ill 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.

TRWCESROE

pehweN, elferawl. tDno do nya rmoe tahn I eltl you to do in hte eesrtlt lIl ewirt yuo. nWhe teh mtei osecm, hcihw liwl be oons, llI ksnea fof to noGdeewlr dna rtMreoim. Ill anlp it so atht oyu, aoulsgD dna all uor smeira iwll errvia trghoeet. ehnT we acn feac our efrutu iwth tgehsrtn nisaedt of the tnnauiryect we eelf own.

NORTHUMBERLAND

Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, I trust.

NERMUADHBNOLRT

So nogl, ebtohrr. I eevibel wlle laripev.

HOTSPUR

Uncle, adieu: O, let the hours be short
Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport.

UOPHTSR

dGoo bey, cunle. Oh, I hepo it nwot be long itnul afbdiseltlte adn iollioncss dna soagnr rae sssnietwe to oru mgea of arw!
Exeunt
eThy xite.