SCENE III. Warkworth. A Room in the Castle, Enter HOTSPUR, reading a Letter.2 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 house: he 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, that's 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 constant: a 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 lady's 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? 2 Enter Hotspur, reading a letter.] This letter was from George Dunbar, Earl of March, in Scotland. What a pagan rascal is this? an 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 skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king: We are prepared: I will set forward to-night. Enter Lady PERCY. How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours. Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee 3 Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin; 4 Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain, 3 Of basilisks,] A basilisk is a cannon of a particular kind. guage occurrent was used instead of occurrence. Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream: And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are these? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone? Enter Servant. Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? Serv. It is, my lord. Hot. That roan shall be my throne. Well, I will back him straight: O esperance Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. Lady. But hear you, my lord. [Exit Servant. What say'st, my lady? My horse, Lady. What is it carries you away? Hot. My love, my horse. Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape! I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. esperance!] This was the motto of the Percy family. In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, Away, you trifler !-Love?-I love thee not, Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate! Lady. How! so far? Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate? Whither I go, thither shall you go too; To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.— Will this content you, Kate? Lady. 8 mammets,] Puppets. It must, of force. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern. Enter Prince HENRY and POINS. P. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee, come out of that fat room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Poins. Where hast been, Hal? P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by their Christian names, as-Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, that, though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian,' a lad of mettle, a good boy,-by the Lord, so they call me; and when I am king of England, I shall command all the good lads in Eastcheap. They call-drinking deep, dying scarlet: and when you breathe in your watering, they cryhem! and bid you play it off.-To conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his own language during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet Ned,-to sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my hand by an under-skinker;" one that never spake other English in his life, than -Eight shillings and sixpence, and-You are welcome; with this shrill addition,Anon, anon, sir! 7 Corinthian,] A wencher. A cant expression, common in old plays. 8 under-skinker;] A tapster; an under-drawer. Skink is drink, and a skinker is one that serves drink at table. |