But I will find him when he lies asleep, Nay, 'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him, To keep his anger still in motion. Wor. Hear you, cousin; a word. Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,1 And would be glad he met with some mischance, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-tongue and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own! Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods, Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear In Richard's time,—What do you call the place?— 1 Refuse. 2 The term for a turbulent, quarrelsome fellow. Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke, When you and he came back from Ravenspurg. North. At Berkley castle. Hot. You say true. Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! And, gentle Harry Percy,'-and, 'kind cousin,'— me! Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done. Wor. Nay, if you have not, to 't again ; We'll stay your leisure. Hot. I have done, i' faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners : Deliver them up without their ransom straight; And make the Douglas' son your only mean For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons, Which I shall send you written,—be assured, Will easily be granted you. My lord,— [to Northumberland. Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,— Of that same noble prelate, well beloved, Hot. Of York, is 't not? Wor. True; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. I speak not this in estimation, As what I think might be; but what I know And only stays but to behold the face Hot. I smell it: upon my life, it will do well. slip.1 Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot : And then the power of Scotland, and of York, To join with Mortimer, ha? Wor. Hot. He does, he does; we'll be revenged on him. Wor. Cousin, farewell.—No farther go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course. 1 To let slip is to loose the greyhound. 2 A body of forces. To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, North. Farewell, good brother. We shall thrive, Hot. Uncle, adieu. O, let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport! ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE 1. Rochester. An inn yard. Enter a CARRIER, with a lantern in his hand. 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler ! Ost. [within.] Anon, anon. 1 1 Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle; put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.2 Enter another CARRIER. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank3 here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the . The name of his horse. 2 Measure. 3 Wet. bots.1 This house is turned upside down, since Robin ostler died. 1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose: it was the death of him. 2 2 Car. I think, this be the most villanous house in all London road for fleas. I am stung like a tench. 1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock. 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach. 1 Car. What, ostler! come away, and be hanged; come away. 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two races of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross. 1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkeys in my pannier are quite starved.—What, ostler!—A plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged :—hast no faith in thee ? Enter GADSHILL. Gads. Good-morrow, carriers. What's o' cluck? 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock. |