ACT 2, SCENE III: Warkworth castle

Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter.

HOTSPUR: '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                    [5]
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                     [10]
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-                            [15]
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                             [20]
and the general course of 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 my-
self? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York and
Owen Glendower? is there not besides the Douglas?                        [25]
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? 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                    [30]
all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself and go to
buffets, for moving such a dish of skim milk with so
honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king:
we are prepared. I will set forward to-night.
How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two                        [35]

LADY PERCY: O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
For what offence have I this fortnight been
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee                             [40]
Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?
Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
And given my treasures and my rights of thee                                   [45]
To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd                              [50]
Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
And all the currents of a heady fight.                                                    [55]
The spirit within thee hath been so at war
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
And in thy face strong motions have appear'd,                                  [60]
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.

HOTSPUR: What, ho!                                                                                           [65]
Enter Servant.
                           Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

Servant: He is, my lord, an hour ago.

HOTSPUR: Hath Butler brought those horses from the

Servant: One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

HOTSPUR: What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?                                  [70]

Servant: It is, my lord.

HOTSPUR: That roan shall be my throne.
Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

[Exit Servant.]

LADY PERCY: But hear you, my lord.                                                               [75]

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,                [80]
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                               [85]
directly unto this question that I ask: In faith, I'll break
thy little finger, Harry, An if thou wilt not tell me all
things true.

HOTSPUR: Away, Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,
I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world                                             [90]
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
              with me?

LADY PERCY: Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?                           [95]
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                                           [100]
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.                                       [105]
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;                                   [110]
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.                                                 [115]
Will this content you, Kate?

LADY PERCY:                           It must of force.


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