No Fear Shakespeare: Henry IV Part 1: Act 2 Scene 3

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Enter HOTSPUR alone, reading a letter	UPSOTHR etnres naeol, ainegdr a eerltt.
HOTSPUR But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house. He could be contented; why is he not, then? In respect of the love he bears our househe shows in this he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. The purpose you undertake is dangerous. Why, thats certain. Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time itself unsorted, and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition. Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid, our friends true and constanta good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Why, my Lord of York commends the plot and the general course of the action. Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his ladys fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? Lord Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not besides the Douglas? Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month, and are they not some of them set forward already? What a pagan rascal is thisan infidel! Ha, you shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the King and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skim milk with so honorable an action! Hang him, let him tell the King. We are prepared. I will set forward tonight.	TPRUOHS As fro me, rsi, I dluwo be apphy to be reteh easebcu of eth ovel I rabe rfo yruo ilfyma. He lowud be hypap to be erhe. elWl, why tsin he, ethn? He assy he lsvoe my iflaym, tub he elarcyl seolv sih narb rmoe nhat rou soehu. lIl ared on. oYur anlp is doaurnges. aTtsh erut, dan tis salo eagsduonr to tcach a dcol, to lspee, to krdni. utB I ltle uoy, my odrl folo, we ahsll ulpck a refwol of esftya rfmo sith rohnt of dgenar. oYur anpl is dsgoruean; yuro alseli wuortnttuhsry; uroy imnitg roop; dna uyor wloeh ectorpj too ekwa to oeructn so pfeowlru an pnoeoptn. Is taht so? Is htat so? Ill yas it noec agian: yuo are a stupid, ldaryocw ogd, nda a ilra. ahWt an tidoi htsi is! By oGd, rou nalp is as oodg a lnpa as erve ethcdah, our sielal oayll dna mrfi. A oogd lnpa, godo isllae, nda revy sgimniopr; tsi an eexlctnel lnap, yver godo slalie. Waht a ellledewoilyb oflo htsi is! hWy, eth cAospibhrh of kYro psrvopea of hte nlap, dan who its ngirospersg. amnD! If I reew wiht ihts ilbeemci hrtgi now, Id abrke hsi aedh open whit sih efswi anf. Dnto we vhae my rhtefa? nAd my uelnc, adn me? uEmddn rtieromM, oYrk, dna nOew Gwnorelde? nAd sebdsei, ndto we aehv sagDlou? aentHv tyeh all snet me teelrst, ipsgrimno to etme me twhi terih eisram by eht htnin of enxt ntmho? ndA eantr eosm of ehmt on rtehi way aylreda? hatW an aeleiblunveb ass sthi is! istalFseh! Ha! stJu wathc; elhl nur to het ginK in lcdo rafe and pilsl our streesc. Oh, I ocdul pstli ymfesl in wto and onkck my onw sfel ensssslee rfo iufnlndgo hist opatnrmti anpl to uchs a docarw. To llhe whti hmi! Lte mih lelt the ngKi; eewr edayr. Ill set fof nogihtt.
Enter his lady, LADY PERCY	His fwei, DLYA RPCEY , tersne.
How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours.	htaW is it, taKe? I smut levea oyu in a wef oushr.
LADY PERCY O my good lord, why are you thus alone? For what offense have I this fortnight been A banished woman from my Harrys bed? 35 Tell me, sweet lord, what is t that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth And start so often when thou sitst alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks 40 And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy? In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched, And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed, 45 Cry Courage! To the field! And thou hast talkd Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents, Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets, Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin, Of prisoners ransom and of soldiers slain, 50 And all the currents of a heady fight. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow Like bubbles in a late-disturbd stream, 55 And in thy face strange motions have appeared, Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, And I must know it, else he loves me not.	YDAL YRPCE Oh, my dgoo drlo, wyh rae ouy olean ikle sith? htaW vhea I enod to ekma my Hrary sbainh me frmo ish dbe hetse past wto kseew? lTel me, ewtes absundh, ahwt ash eolstn uyro apitetpe, rouy idrsee, nda ryuo epsel? hWy do yuo aters at eht ugrond dna ujmp in oryu knsi hewn yuo aer ngitsti naoel? heWer is hte orlco in oyur hsceek? Wyh veha oyu etnak lla royu oettiatnn, wihch oshlud be meni, dan neigv it to isht akrd modo nda rlbtreei asnsdes? lieWh uyo eslep so illthyg, vIe ahedwct uyo nad dhrae oyu mubelm oritses of rwa. eIv drhae you gvei dasonmcm to oury oresh. veI daehr you llye, orgCuea! To teh idlfe! nAd you vhae daltek of gsrehac nad ttreraes; of eenthsrc, entst; of esnefc, aprramts, dan awlsl; of lla tpesy of ncnnoa; of siepsrnor nrsomas dan of aedd islsdreo, dan of lal eth stonvmmee of a lionevt altteb. uorY oslu sha salo bene at arw adn ash buderdsit you in oryu eelsp. Bdaes of ewsat hvae ebrkon tuo on yruo hefaeord, klie ueblbbs in a ncihgrun tmears. And on yrou efca Ive esen gsrenat srsipsoxnee, like a man ohsw nugiplg ish rhbeat at an lfuwa, eusdnd cmodnma. Oh, tawh sdoe all htis enma? My ordl is mgicletnanopt omse oiesusr rtstmea, and if he deotns tlel me aotub hemt, he rsulye stedon lvoe me.
HOTSPUR 60 What, ho!	PURTOSH uYo ehetr!
Enter SERVANT	A EVTSARN teresn.
Is Gilliams with the packet gone?	sHa sliGlmai ltfe thiw my streetl?
SERVANT He is, my lord, an hour ago.	RVNSAET He hsa, my oldr, an ruoh aog.
HOTSPUR Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?	PHUSROT dDi eBurlt nrbig esoht soehrs fmro teh efsihfr?
SERVANT One horse, my lord, he brought even now.	VSEANRT He orghubt oen of tehm ujts onw.
HOTSPUR What horse? A roan, a crop-ear, is it not?	PROHTUS ihhWc eno? A rowbn eno, gthri? hWit ist esar ipeldpc?
SERVANT 65 It is, my lord.	SRENTAV eYs, my odrl.
HOTSPUR That roan shall be my throne. Well, I will back him straight. O, Esperance! Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.	UTROHPS taTh brnwo rohes illw be my eohtnr. lIl omntu hmi in a dsecno. Oh, peoH is my tomfrCo! Tlle ltBuer to aklw hmi otu in eht lfesid.
Exit SERVANT	The RENVSAT setix.
LADY PERCY But hear you, my lord.	ADYL CEYRP teLnis, my rldo.
HOTSPUR What sayst thou, my lady?	ORPTUHS Wtha is it, my adly?
LADY PERCY What is it carries you away?	DALY YEPCR aWht is it ahtst tgo uyo so racdeir wyaa?
HOTSPUR Why, my horse, 70 My love, my horse.	SUPOHRT My hosre, my lvoe. My rheos.
LADY PERCY Out, you mad-headed ape! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen As you are tossed with. In faith, Ill know your business, Harry, that I will. I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir 75 About his title, and hath sent for you To line his enterprise; but if you go	YALD EPRCY Euhgon, yuo yczra loof! otN enve a walsee is as ehodetadh as yuo ear. I wsera, llI ndfi uot ahtw uoyer up to, ryraH, I will. I rafe taht my orerhtb, iormetrM, is agikmn osme iknd of meov eovr sih lcmai to teh eothnr, dna sha kdeas you to lphe. tBu if you go
HOTSPUR So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.	TROSPUH usch a lgon ayw on ofto, llI be iertd.
LADY PERCY Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Directly unto this question that I ask. 80 In faith, Ill break thy little finger, Harry, An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.	LYDA YERCP Stop it, uoy ltleit trrpoa. weAnrs me tsiatghr. I srwae, Hryra, Ill arebk oury lilett gnefri if you ontd tell me griynhtvee, nda the uhtrt, oot.
HOTSPUR Away! Away, you trifler. Love, I love thee not. I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world 85 To play with mammets and to tilt with lips. We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns, And pass them current too.Gods me, my horse! What sayst thou, Kate? What wouldst thou have with me?	URPOSTH Gte aayw rfom me, uyo nga! Leov? I dtno voel oyu. I nodt veen aerc tbaou oyu, teaK. sihT is no item for algnypi ihtw sdoll dna gstouijn hiwt skeiss; elwl evha oobydl sosne nad eknorb dahse, dan asredp hmet aodnur, oot. roF dGso seak, my shreo! aWht, aKte? What do ouy wtan frmo me?
LADY PERCY Do you not love me? Do you not indeed? 90 Well, do not then, for since you love me not, I will not love myself. Do you not love me? Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.	YLAD YCEPR Yuo dnto eovl me? Rlyeal, uoy ndto? lleW, fein tenh; ntdo oelv me. ndA sceni yuo otdn voel me, I ntow eovl elfmys. You ntod lvoe me? uirloyeSs, eltl me if eruoy kgjion or if you nmae it.
HOTSPUR Come, wilt thou see me ride? And when I am a-horseback, I will swear 95 I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate, I must not have you henceforth question me Whither I go, nor reason whereabout. Whither I must, I must; and to conclude, This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. 100 I know you wise, but yet no farther wise Than Harry Percys wife; constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy No lady closer, for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know, 105 And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.	SHUOPRT lliW uoy see me ffo? cOen Im on my rhose, Ill aesrw I olev uyo tlli teh edn of mite. utB lntsei eerh, Kaet. romF won on, I wnot evha uoy kigsna me hewre Im ginog, nor ngsgiuse ywh Im gonid awth Im ognid. I smtu go rehew I tums go. hisT is lafni: othignt I stmu eealv uyo, tseew ateK. I konw ouy aer swei, ubt yuor sdwmio ostden go uftrehr ntah uory elro as my eifw. oYu yam be lbea to peek a teesrc, btu reyuo llsit a aomwn; nad yet no wmaon can ekpe ctesres lkei uoy, secuaeb you nntoac erlvae whta you dnto acytlula nokw. dnA ttha is as far as I will rttus uoy, tswee tKea.
LADY PERCY How? So far?	DALY CEYRP Oh rellya? Tath arf?
HOTSPUR Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate, Whither I go, thither shall you go too. Today will I set forth, tomorrow you. 110 Will this content you, Kate?	PHTSURO oNt an nhci futrhre. utB stlnei eehr, Ktea. Wereverh I go, you wlil go too. I velea taody, nad rormowto, uoy. illW isht amke you nnteotc, Kaet?
LADY PERCY It must, of force.	DLYA CRPYE It must.
Exeunt	eyTh tixe.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter HOTSPUR alone, reading a letter	UPSOTHR etnres naeol, ainegdr a eerltt.
HOTSPUR But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house. He could be contented; why is he not, then? In respect of the love he bears our househe shows in this he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. The purpose you undertake is dangerous. Why, thats certain. Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time itself unsorted, and your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition. Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid, our friends true and constanta good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Why, my Lord of York commends the plot and the general course of the action. Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his ladys fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? Lord Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not besides the Douglas? Have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month, and are they not some of them set forward already? What a pagan rascal is thisan infidel! Ha, you shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the King and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skim milk with so honorable an action! Hang him, let him tell the King. We are prepared. I will set forward tonight.	TPRUOHS As fro me, rsi, I dluwo be apphy to be reteh easebcu of eth ovel I rabe rfo yruo ilfyma. He lowud be hypap to be erhe. elWl, why tsin he, ethn? He assy he lsvoe my iflaym, tub he elarcyl seolv sih narb rmoe nhat rou soehu. lIl ared on. oYur anlp is doaurnges. aTtsh erut, dan tis salo eagsduonr to tcach a dcol, to lspee, to krdni. utB I ltle uoy, my odrl folo, we ahsll ulpck a refwol of esftya rfmo sith rohnt of dgenar. oYur anpl is dsgoruean; yuro alseli wuortnttuhsry; uroy imnitg roop; dna uyor wloeh ectorpj too ekwa to oeructn so pfeowlru an pnoeoptn. Is taht so? Is htat so? Ill yas it noec agian: yuo are a stupid, ldaryocw ogd, nda a ilra. ahWt an tidoi htsi is! By oGd, rou nalp is as oodg a lnpa as erve ethcdah, our sielal oayll dna mrfi. A oogd lnpa, godo isllae, nda revy sgimniopr; tsi an eexlctnel lnap, yver godo slalie. Waht a ellledewoilyb oflo htsi is! hWy, eth cAospibhrh of kYro psrvopea of hte nlap, dan who its ngirospersg. amnD! If I reew wiht ihts ilbeemci hrtgi now, Id abrke hsi aedh open whit sih efswi anf. Dnto we vhae my rhtefa? nAd my uelnc, adn me? uEmddn rtieromM, oYrk, dna nOew Gwnorelde? nAd sebdsei, ndto we aehv sagDlou? aentHv tyeh all snet me teelrst, ipsgrimno to etme me twhi terih eisram by eht htnin of enxt ntmho? ndA eantr eosm of ehmt on rtehi way aylreda? hatW an aeleiblunveb ass sthi is! istalFseh! Ha! stJu wathc; elhl nur to het ginK in lcdo rafe and pilsl our streesc. Oh, I ocdul pstli ymfesl in wto and onkck my onw sfel ensssslee rfo iufnlndgo hist opatnrmti anpl to uchs a docarw. To llhe whti hmi! Lte mih lelt the ngKi; eewr edayr. Ill set fof nogihtt.
Enter his lady, LADY PERCY	His fwei, DLYA RPCEY , tersne.
How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours.	htaW is it, taKe? I smut levea oyu in a wef oushr.
LADY PERCY O my good lord, why are you thus alone? For what offense have I this fortnight been A banished woman from my Harrys bed? 35 Tell me, sweet lord, what is t that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth And start so often when thou sitst alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks 40 And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy? In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched, And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars, Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed, 45 Cry Courage! To the field! And thou hast talkd Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents, Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets, Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin, Of prisoners ransom and of soldiers slain, 50 And all the currents of a heady fight. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow Like bubbles in a late-disturbd stream, 55 And in thy face strange motions have appeared, Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, And I must know it, else he loves me not.	YDAL YRPCE Oh, my dgoo drlo, wyh rae ouy olean ikle sith? htaW vhea I enod to ekma my Hrary sbainh me frmo ish dbe hetse past wto kseew? lTel me, ewtes absundh, ahwt ash eolstn uyro apitetpe, rouy idrsee, nda ryuo epsel? hWy do yuo aters at eht ugrond dna ujmp in oryu knsi hewn yuo aer ngitsti naoel? heWer is hte orlco in oyur hsceek? Wyh veha oyu etnak lla royu oettiatnn, wihch oshlud be meni, dan neigv it to isht akrd modo nda rlbtreei asnsdes? lieWh uyo eslep so illthyg, vIe ahedwct uyo nad dhrae oyu mubelm oritses of rwa. eIv drhae you gvei dasonmcm to oury oresh. veI daehr you llye, orgCuea! To teh idlfe! nAd you vhae daltek of gsrehac nad ttreraes; of eenthsrc, entst; of esnefc, aprramts, dan awlsl; of lla tpesy of ncnnoa; of siepsrnor nrsomas dan of aedd islsdreo, dan of lal eth stonvmmee of a lionevt altteb. uorY oslu sha salo bene at arw adn ash buderdsit you in oryu eelsp. Bdaes of ewsat hvae ebrkon tuo on yruo hefaeord, klie ueblbbs in a ncihgrun tmears. And on yrou efca Ive esen gsrenat srsipsoxnee, like a man ohsw nugiplg ish rhbeat at an lfuwa, eusdnd cmodnma. Oh, tawh sdoe all htis enma? My ordl is mgicletnanopt omse oiesusr rtstmea, and if he deotns tlel me aotub hemt, he rsulye stedon lvoe me.
HOTSPUR 60 What, ho!	PURTOSH uYo ehetr!
Enter SERVANT	A EVTSARN teresn.
Is Gilliams with the packet gone?	sHa sliGlmai ltfe thiw my streetl?
SERVANT He is, my lord, an hour ago.	RVNSAET He hsa, my oldr, an ruoh aog.
HOTSPUR Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?	PHUSROT dDi eBurlt nrbig esoht soehrs fmro teh efsihfr?
SERVANT One horse, my lord, he brought even now.	VSEANRT He orghubt oen of tehm ujts onw.
HOTSPUR What horse? A roan, a crop-ear, is it not?	PROHTUS ihhWc eno? A rowbn eno, gthri? hWit ist esar ipeldpc?
SERVANT 65 It is, my lord.	SRENTAV eYs, my odrl.
HOTSPUR That roan shall be my throne. Well, I will back him straight. O, Esperance! Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.	UTROHPS taTh brnwo rohes illw be my eohtnr. lIl omntu hmi in a dsecno. Oh, peoH is my tomfrCo! Tlle ltBuer to aklw hmi otu in eht lfesid.
Exit SERVANT	The RENVSAT setix.
LADY PERCY But hear you, my lord.	ADYL CEYRP teLnis, my rldo.
HOTSPUR What sayst thou, my lady?	ORPTUHS Wtha is it, my adly?
LADY PERCY What is it carries you away?	DALY YEPCR aWht is it ahtst tgo uyo so racdeir wyaa?
HOTSPUR Why, my horse, 70 My love, my horse.	SUPOHRT My hosre, my lvoe. My rheos.
LADY PERCY Out, you mad-headed ape! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen As you are tossed with. In faith, Ill know your business, Harry, that I will. I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir 75 About his title, and hath sent for you To line his enterprise; but if you go	YALD EPRCY Euhgon, yuo yczra loof! otN enve a walsee is as ehodetadh as yuo ear. I wsera, llI ndfi uot ahtw uoyer up to, ryraH, I will. I rafe taht my orerhtb, iormetrM, is agikmn osme iknd of meov eovr sih lcmai to teh eothnr, dna sha kdeas you to lphe. tBu if you go
HOTSPUR So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.	TROSPUH usch a lgon ayw on ofto, llI be iertd.
LADY PERCY Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Directly unto this question that I ask. 80 In faith, Ill break thy little finger, Harry, An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.	LYDA YERCP Stop it, uoy ltleit trrpoa. weAnrs me tsiatghr. I srwae, Hryra, Ill arebk oury lilett gnefri if you ontd tell me griynhtvee, nda the uhtrt, oot.
HOTSPUR Away! Away, you trifler. Love, I love thee not. I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world 85 To play with mammets and to tilt with lips. We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns, And pass them current too.Gods me, my horse! What sayst thou, Kate? What wouldst thou have with me?	URPOSTH Gte aayw rfom me, uyo nga! Leov? I dtno voel oyu. I nodt veen aerc tbaou oyu, teaK. sihT is no item for algnypi ihtw sdoll dna gstouijn hiwt skeiss; elwl evha oobydl sosne nad eknorb dahse, dan asredp hmet aodnur, oot. roF dGso seak, my shreo! aWht, aKte? What do ouy wtan frmo me?
LADY PERCY Do you not love me? Do you not indeed? 90 Well, do not then, for since you love me not, I will not love myself. Do you not love me? Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.	YLAD YCEPR Yuo dnto eovl me? Rlyeal, uoy ndto? lleW, fein tenh; ntdo oelv me. ndA sceni yuo otdn voel me, I ntow eovl elfmys. You ntod lvoe me? uirloyeSs, eltl me if eruoy kgjion or if you nmae it.
HOTSPUR Come, wilt thou see me ride? And when I am a-horseback, I will swear 95 I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate, I must not have you henceforth question me Whither I go, nor reason whereabout. Whither I must, I must; and to conclude, This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. 100 I know you wise, but yet no farther wise Than Harry Percys wife; constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy No lady closer, for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know, 105 And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.	SHUOPRT lliW uoy see me ffo? cOen Im on my rhose, Ill aesrw I olev uyo tlli teh edn of mite. utB lntsei eerh, Kaet. romF won on, I wnot evha uoy kigsna me hewre Im ginog, nor ngsgiuse ywh Im gonid awth Im ognid. I smtu go rehew I tums go. hisT is lafni: othignt I stmu eealv uyo, tseew ateK. I konw ouy aer swei, ubt yuor sdwmio ostden go uftrehr ntah uory elro as my eifw. oYu yam be lbea to peek a teesrc, btu reyuo llsit a aomwn; nad yet no wmaon can ekpe ctesres lkei uoy, secuaeb you nntoac erlvae whta you dnto acytlula nokw. dnA ttha is as far as I will rttus uoy, tswee tKea.
LADY PERCY How? So far?	DALY CEYRP Oh rellya? Tath arf?
HOTSPUR Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate, Whither I go, thither shall you go too. Today will I set forth, tomorrow you. 110 Will this content you, Kate?	PHTSURO oNt an nhci futrhre. utB stlnei eehr, Ktea. Wereverh I go, you wlil go too. I velea taody, nad rormowto, uoy. illW isht amke you nnteotc, Kaet?
LADY PERCY It must, of force.	DLYA CRPYE It must.
Exeunt	eyTh tixe.