Prince. Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see; I'll tie them in the wood; our vizards we will change outward garments. Prince. Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us. Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will tell us when we meet at supper: 210 how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this lies the jest. Prince. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap; there I'll Poins. Farewell, my lord. Prince. I know you all, and will a while uphold [Exit. 220 Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds Of vapours To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, So, when this loose behaviour I throw off 231 240 [Exit. Scene III. London. The palace. Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, King. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, And you have found me; for accordingly Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud. And that same greatness too which our own hands North. My lord,— King. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye: O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, ΙΟ The moody frontier of a servant brow. You have good leave to leave us: when we need 20 [Exit Wor. You were about to speak. [To North. Yea, my good lord. North. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Either envy, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault and not my son. Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. 339 30 But I remember, when the fight was done, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held 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 talk'd, 17 b 17 And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, 50 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 Of guns And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth 60 |