LADY PERCY: But hear you, my lord. 
HOTSPUR: What say'st thou, my lady?
LADY PERCY: What is it carries you away?
HOTSPUR: Why, my horse, my love, my horse.
LADY PERCY: Out, you mad-headed ape. A weasel hath
not such a deal of spleen as you are toss'd with. In faith, 
I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. I fear my
brother Mortimer doth stir about his title, and hath
sent for you to line his enterprize: but if you go,--
HOTSPUR: So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
LADY PERCY: Come, come, you paraquito, answer me 
directly unto this question that I ask: In faith, I'll break
thy little finger, Harry, An if thou wilt not tell me all
HOTSPUR: Away, Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, with me?
I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world 
To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,
And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have
LADY PERCY: Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? 
Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.
HOTSPUR: Come, wilt thou see me ride?
And when I am o' horseback, I will swear 
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
I must not have you henceforth question me
Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:
Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate. 
I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,
But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
No lady closer; for I well believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; 
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
LADY PERCY: How! so far?
HOTSPUR: 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?