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[Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others]
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So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
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Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
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And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
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To be commenced in strands afar remote.
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No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
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Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
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Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
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Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
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Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
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Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
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All of one nature, of one substance bred,
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Did lately meet in the intestine shock
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And furious close of civil butchery
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Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
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March all one way and be no more opposed
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Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:
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The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
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No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
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As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
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Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
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We are impressed and engaged to fight,
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Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
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Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
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To chase these pagans in those holy fields
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Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
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Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
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For our advantage on the bitter cross.
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But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
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And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:
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Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
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Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
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What yesternight our council did decree
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In forwarding this dear expedience.
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My liege, this haste was hot in question,
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And many limits of the charge set down
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But yesternight: when all athwart there came
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A post from Wales loaden with heavy news;
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Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
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Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
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Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
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Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
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A thousand of his people butchered;
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Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
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Such beastly shameless transformation,
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By those Welshwomen done as may not be
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Without much shame retold or spoken of.
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It seems then that the tidings of this broil
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Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
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This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
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For more uneven and unwelcome news
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Came from the north and thus it did import:
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On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
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Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
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That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
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Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
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As by discharge of their artillery,
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And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
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For he that brought them, in the very heat
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And pride of their contention did take horse,
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Uncertain of the issue any way.
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Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
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Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
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Stain'd with the variation of each soil
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Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
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And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
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The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
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Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
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Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see
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On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
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Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
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To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,
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Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:
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And is not this an honourable spoil?
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A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?
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It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
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Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
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In envy that my Lord Northumberland
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Should be the father to so blest a son,
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A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
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Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
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Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
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Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
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See riot and dishonour stain the brow
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Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
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That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
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In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
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And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
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Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
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But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
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Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
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Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
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To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
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I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.
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Earl of Westmoreland.
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This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,
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Malevolent to you in all aspects;
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Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
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The crest of youth against your dignity.
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But I have sent for him to answer this;
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And for this cause awhile we must neglect
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Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
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Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
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Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:
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But come yourself with speed to us again;
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For more is to be said and to be done
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Than out of anger can be uttered.
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Earl of Westmoreland.
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London. An apartment of the Prince’s.
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[Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF]
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Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?
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Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack
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and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon
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benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
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demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
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What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the
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day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes
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capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the
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signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself
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a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no
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reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand
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Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
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purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
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by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
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I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
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save thy grace,—majesty I should say, for grace
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No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to
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prologue to an egg and butter.
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Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.
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Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
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us that are squires of the night's body be called
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thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's
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foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
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moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
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being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
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chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
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Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the
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fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and
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flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,
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by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
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most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most
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dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with
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swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'
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now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder
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and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
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By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
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hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
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As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And
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is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?
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How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and
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thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
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Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?
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Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a
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Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?
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No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.
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Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;
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and where it would not, I have used my credit.
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Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent
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that thou art heir apparent—But, I prithee, sweet
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wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when
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thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is
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with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do
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not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.
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Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.
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Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have
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the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.
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Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my
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humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell
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For obtaining of suits?
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Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman
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hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy
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as a gib cat or a lugged bear.
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Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.
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Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.
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What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of
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Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed
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the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young
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prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more
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with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a
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commodity of good names were to be bought. An old
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lord of the council rated me the other day in the
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street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet
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he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and
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yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.
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Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the
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streets, and no man regards it.
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O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
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to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon
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me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
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thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man
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should speak truly, little better than one of the
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wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give
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it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:
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I'll be damned for never a king's son in
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Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?
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'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I
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do not, call me villain and baffle me.
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I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying
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Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a
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man to labour in his vocation.
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Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a
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match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what
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hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the
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most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to
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Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?
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what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
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agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
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soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
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and a cold capon's leg?
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Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have
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his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of
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proverbs: he will give the devil his due.
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Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.
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Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.
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But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four
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o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going
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to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders
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riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards
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for you all; you have horses for yourselves:
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Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke
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supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it
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as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff
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your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry
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at home and be hanged.
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Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,
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I'll hang you for going.
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Hal, wilt thou make one?
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Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.
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There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good
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fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
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royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.
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Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.
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Why, that's well said.
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Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.
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By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.
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Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone:
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I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure
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Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him
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the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may
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move and what he hears may be believed, that the
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true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false
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thief; for the poor abuses of the time want
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countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.
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Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!
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Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us
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to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot
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manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill
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shall rob those men that we have already waylaid:
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yourself and I will not be there; and when they
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have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut
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this head off from my shoulders.
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How shall we part with them in setting forth?
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Why, we will set forth before or after them, and
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appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at
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our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure
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upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have
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no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.
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Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our
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horses, by our habits and by every other
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appointment, to be ourselves.
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Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them
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in the wood; our vizards we will change after we
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leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram
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for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.
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Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.
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Well, for two of them, I know them to be as
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true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the
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third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll
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forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the
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incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will
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tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at
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least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what
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extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this
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Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things
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necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
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there I'll sup. Farewell.
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I know you all, and will awhile uphold
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The unyoked humour of your idleness:
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Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
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Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
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To smother up his beauty from the world,
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That, when he please again to be himself,
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Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
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By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
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Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
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If all the year were playing holidays,
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To sport would be as tedious as to work;
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But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
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And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
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So, when this loose behavior I throw off
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And pay the debt I never promised,
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By how much better than my word I am,
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By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
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And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
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My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
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Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
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Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
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I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
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Redeeming time when men think least I will.
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[Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others]
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My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
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Unapt to stir at these indignities,
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And you have found me; for accordingly
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You tread upon my patience: but be sure
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I will from henceforth rather be myself,
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Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition;
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Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
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And therefore lost that title of respect
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Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
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Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
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The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
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And that same greatness too which our own hands
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Have holp to make so portly.
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Earl of Northumberland.
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Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
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Danger and disobedience in thine eye:
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O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
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And majesty might never yet endure
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The moody frontier of a servant brow.
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You have good leave to leave us: when we need
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Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
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You were about to speak.
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Earl of Northumberland.
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Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
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Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
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Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
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As is deliver'd to your majesty:
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Either envy, therefore, or misprison
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Is guilty of this fault and not my son.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
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But I remember, when the fight was done,
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When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
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Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
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Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
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Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
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Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
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He was perfumed like a milliner;
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And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
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A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
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He gave his nose and took't away again;
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Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
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Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
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And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
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He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
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To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
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Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
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With many holiday and lady terms
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He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
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My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
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I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
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To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
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Out of my grief and my impatience,
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Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
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He should or he should not; for he made me mad
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To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
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And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
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Of guns and drums and wounds,—God save the mark!—
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And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
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Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
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And that it was great pity, so it was,
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This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
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Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
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Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
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So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
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He would himself have been a soldier.
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This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
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I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
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And I beseech you, let not his report
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Come current for an accusation
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Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
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The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
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Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
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To such a person and in such a place,
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At such a time, with all the rest retold,
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May reasonably die and never rise
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To do him wrong or any way impeach
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What then he said, so he unsay it now.
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Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
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But with proviso and exception,
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That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
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His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
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Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
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The lives of those that he did lead to fight
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Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower,
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Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
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Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then,
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Be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
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Shall we but treason? and indent with fears,
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When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
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No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
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For I shall never hold that man my friend
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Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
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To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
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But by the chance of war; to prove that true
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Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
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Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took
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When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
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In single opposition, hand to hand,
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He did confound the best part of an hour
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In changing hardiment with great Glendower:
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Three times they breathed and three times did
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Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
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Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
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Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
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And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
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Bloodstained with these valiant combatants.
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Never did base and rotten policy
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Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
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Nor could the noble Mortimer
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Receive so many, and all willingly:
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Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.
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Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;
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He never did encounter with Glendower:
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He durst as well have met the devil alone
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As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
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Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
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Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer:
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Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
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Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
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As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,
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We licence your departure with your son.
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Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
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[Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train]
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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An if the devil come and roar for them,
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I will not send them: I will after straight
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And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
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Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
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Earl of Northumberland.
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What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:
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Here comes your uncle.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
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Want mercy, if I do not join with him:
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Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins,
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And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
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But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
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As high in the air as this unthankful king,
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As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
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Earl of Northumberland.
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Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.
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Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
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And when I urged the ransom once again
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Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
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And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
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Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
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I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd
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By Richard that dead is the next of blood?
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Earl of Northumberland.
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He was; I heard the proclamation:
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And then it was when the unhappy king,
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—Whose wrongs in us God pardon!—did set forth
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Upon his Irish expedition;
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From whence he intercepted did return
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To be deposed and shortly murdered.
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And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth
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Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then
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Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
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Earl of Northumberland.
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He did; myself did hear it.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
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That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
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But shall it be that you, that set the crown
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Upon the head of this forgetful man
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And for his sake wear the detested blot
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Of murderous subornation, shall it be,
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That you a world of curses undergo,
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Being the agents, or base second means,
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The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
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O, pardon me that I descend so low,
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To show the line and the predicament
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Wherein you range under this subtle king;
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Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
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Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
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That men of your nobility and power
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Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
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As both of you—God pardon it!—have done,
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To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
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An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
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And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
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That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off
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By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
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No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem
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Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves
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Into the good thoughts of the world again,
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Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
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Of this proud king, who studies day and night
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To answer all the debt he owes to you
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Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:
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Peace, cousin, say no more:
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And now I will unclasp a secret book,
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And to your quick-conceiving discontents
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I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,
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As full of peril and adventurous spirit
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As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
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On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:
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Send danger from the east unto the west,
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So honour cross it from the north to south,
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And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
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To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
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Earl of Northumberland.
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Imagination of some great exploit
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Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
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To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
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Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
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Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
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And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
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So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
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Without corrival, all her dignities:
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But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
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He apprehends a world of figures here,
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But not the form of what he should attend.
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Good cousin, give me audience for a while.
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Those same noble Scots
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That are your prisoners,—
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By God, he shall not have a Scot of them;
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No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:
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I'll keep them, by this hand.
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And lend no ear unto my purposes.
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Those prisoners you shall keep.
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Nay, I will; that's flat:
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He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
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Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
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But I will find him when he lies asleep,
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And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
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I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
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Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
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To keep his anger still in motion.
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Hear you, cousin; a word.
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All studies here I solemnly defy,
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Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
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And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
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But that I think his father loves him not
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And would be glad he met with some mischance,
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I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.
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Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you
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When you are better temper'd to attend.
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Earl of Northumberland.
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Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
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Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
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Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
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Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,
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Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
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Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
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In Richard's time,—what do you call the place?—
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A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire;
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'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
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His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee
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Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,—
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When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
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This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
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Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,'
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And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;'
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O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!
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Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.
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Nay, if you have not, to it again;
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We will stay your leisure.
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I have done, i' faith.
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Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
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Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
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And make the Douglas' son your only mean
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For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
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Which I shall send you written, be assured,
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Will easily be granted. You, my lord,
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Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
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Shall secretly into the bosom creep
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Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
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His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
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I speak not this in estimation,
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As what I think might be, but what I know
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Is ruminated, plotted and set down,
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And only stays but to behold the face
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Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
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I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.
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Earl of Northumberland.
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Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.
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Hotspur (Henry Percy).
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Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot;
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And then the power of Scotland and of York,
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To join with Mortimer, ha?
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In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
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And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
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To save our heads by raising of a head;
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For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
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The king will always think him in our debt,
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And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
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Till he hath found a time to pay us home:
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And see already how he doth begin
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To make us strangers to his looks of love.
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He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.
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Cousin, farewell: no further go in this
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Than I by letters shall direct your course.
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When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
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I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;
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Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
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As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
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To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
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Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
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Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.
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Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short
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Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!
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