Henry IV, Part One (1623 First Folio Edition)

Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Henry IV, Part One (1623 First Folio Edition)
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Scene iii

848: Scoena Tertia.
849: [ Enter Hotspurre solus, reading a Letter.]

850: But for mine owne part, my Lord. I could bee well contented to
851: be there, in respect of the loue I beare your house.
852: He could be contented: Why is he not then? in respect of
853: the loue he beares our house. He shewes in this, he loues
854: his owne Barne better then he loues our house. Let me
855: see some more. The purpose you vndertake is dangerous.
856: Why that's certaine: 'Tis dangerous to take a Colde, to
857: sleepe, to drinke: but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of
858: this Nettle, Danger; we plucke this Flower, Safety. The
859: purpose you vndertake is dangerous, the Friends you haue na-med
860: vncertaine, the Time it selfe vnsorted, and your whole
861: Plot too light, for the counterpoize of so great an Opposition.
862: Say you so, say you so: I say vnto you againe, you are a
863: shallow cowardly Hinde, and you Lye. What a lacke-braine
864: is this? I protest, our plot is as good a plot as euer
865: was laid; our Friend true and constant: A good Plotte,
866: good Friends, and full of expectation: An excellent plot,
867: very good Friends. What a Frosty-spirited rogue is this?
868: Why, my Lord of Yorke commends the plot, and the
869: generall course of the action. By this hand, if I were now
870: by this Rascall, I could braine him with his Ladies Fan.
871: Is there not my Father, my Vncle, and my Selfe, Lord
872: Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of Yorke, and Owen Glendour?
873: Is there not besides, the Dowglas? Haue I not all their let-ters,
874: to meete me in Armes by the ninth of the next Mo-neth?
875: and are they not some of them set forward already?
876: What a Pagan Rascall is this? An Infidell. Ha, you shall
877: see now in very sincerity of Feare and Cold heart, will he
878: to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could
879: diuide my selfe, and go to buffets, for mouing such a dish
880: of skim'd Milk with so honourable an Action. Hang him,
881: let him tell the King we are prepared. I will set forwards
882: to night.
883: [ Enter his Lady.]

884: How now Kate, I must leaue you within these two hours.
La.

885: O my good Lord, why are you thus alone?
886: For what offence haue I this fortnight bin
887: A banish'd woman from my Harries bed?
888: Tell me (sweet Lord) what is't that takes from thee
889: Thy stomacke, pleasure, and thy golden sleepe?
890: Why dost thou bend thine eyes vpon the earth?
891: And start so often when thou sitt'st alone?
892: Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheekes?
893: And giuen my Treasures and my rights of thee,
894: To thicke-ey'd musing, and curst melancholly?
895: In my faint-slumbers, I by thee haue watcht,
896: And heard thee murmore tales of Iron Warres:
897: Speake tearmes of manage to thy bounding Steed,
898: Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talk'd
899: Of Sallies, and Retires; Trenches, Tents,
900: Of Palizadoes, Frontiers, Parapets,
901: Of Basiliskes, of Canon, Culuerin,
902: Of Prisoners ransome, and of Souldiers slaine,
903: And all the current of a headdy fight.
904: Thy spirit within thee hath beene so at Warre,
905: And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleepe,
906: That beds of sweate hath stood vpon thy Brow,
907: Like bubbles in a late-disturbed Streame;
908: And in thy face strange motions haue appear'd,
909: Such as we see when men restraine their breath
910: On some great sodaine hast. O what portents are these?
911: Some heauie businesse hath my Lord in hand,
912: And I must know it: else he loues me not.
Hot.

913: What ho; Is Gilliams with the Packet gone?
Ser.

914: He is my Lord, an houre agone.
Hot.

915: Hath Butler brought those horses fro[m] the Sheriffe?
Ser.

916: One horse, my Lord, he brought euen now.
Hot.

917: What Horse? A Roane, a crop eare, is it not.
Ser.

918: It is my Lord.
Hot.

919: That Roane shall be my Throne. Well, I will
920: backe him straight. Esperance, bid Butler lead him forth
921: into the Parke.
La.

922: But heare you, my lord.
Hot.

923: What say'st thou my Lady?
La.

924: What is it carries you away?
Hot.

925: Why, my horse (my Loue) my horse.
La.

926: Out you mad-headed Ape, a Weazell hath not
927: such a deale of Spleene, as you are tost with. In sooth Ile
928: know your businesse Harry, that I will. I feare my Bro-ther
929: Mortimer doth stirre about his Title, and hath sent
930: for you to line his enterprize. But if you go===
Hot.

931: So farre a foot, I shall be weary, Loue.
La.

932: Come, come, you Paraquito, answer me directly
933: vnto this question, that I shall aske. Indeede Ile breake
934: thy little finger Harry, if thou wilt not tel me true.
Hot.

935: Away, away you trifler: Loue, I loue thee not,
936: I care not for thee Kate: this is no world
937: To play with Mammets, and to tilt with lips.
938: We must haue bloodie Noses, and crack'd Crownes,
939: And passe them currant too. Gods me, my horse.
940: What say'st thou Kate? what wold'st thou haue with me?
La.

941: Do ye not loue me? Do ye not indeed?
942: Well, do not then. For since you loue me not,
943: I will not loue my selfe. Do you not loue me?
944: Nay, tell me if thou speak'st in iest, or no.
Hot.

945: Come, wilt thou see me ride?
946: And when I am a horsebacke, I will sweare
947: I loue thee infinitely. But hearke you Kate,
948: I must not haue you henceforth, question me,
949: Whether I go: nor reason whereabout.
950: Whether I must, I must: and to conclude,
951: This Euening must I leaue thee, gentle Kate.
952: I know you wise, but yet no further wise
953: Then Harry Percies wife. Constant you are,
954: But yet a woman: and for secrecie,
955: No Lady closer. For I will beleeue
956: Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'st not know,
957: And so farre wilt I trust thee, gentle Kate.
La.

958: How so farre?
Hot.

959: Not an inch further. But harke you Kate,
960: Whither I go, thither shall you go too:
961: To day will I set forth, to morrow you.
962: Will this content you Kate?
La. It must of force.
[ Exeunt]

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