Hot.

‘But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear ^note your house.’ He could be contented ^note: why is he not, then? In respect ^note of

the love he bears our house: he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he 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 ^note pluck ^note this flower, safety. ‘The purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you have ^note 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-brain is this! By the Lord ^note, our plot is a good ^note plot as ever was laid; our friends ^note 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 and the general course of the action. 'Zounds ^note, an ^note I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are they ^note not some of them set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an ^note infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skim ^note milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king: we ^note are prepared. I will set forward ^note to-night.

Enter Lady Percy. ^{note note}

How now, Kate! I must leave you within these ^note two hours.

Lady.
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
Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
Why dost thou bend thine ^note eyes upon ^note 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
To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
In thy faint ^note slumbers I by thee have ^note watch'd,
And heard thee murmur ^note tales of iron wars;
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Cry ‘Courage! to the field!’ And thou hast talk'd
Of sallies and retires, of trenches ^note, tents ^note,
Of palisadoes, frontiers ^note, parapets,
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
Of prisoners' ransom ^note, and of soldiers slain,
And all the currents ^note of a heady fight.
Thy spirit ^note within thee hath been so at war
And thus hath ^note so bestirred ^note thee in thy sleep,
That beads ^note of sweat have ^note stood upon thy brow,
Like bubbles in ^note a late-disturbed stream;

And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden ^note hest ^note. O, what portents are these?
Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.

Hot.
What, ho! Enter Servant. ^note
Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

Serv.
He is, my lord, an hour ^note ago ^note.

Hot.
Hath Butler brought ^note those horses from the sheriff ^note?

Serv.
One horse, my lord, he brought even now ^note.

Hot.
What horse? a roan ^note, a crop-ear, is it not?

Serv.
It is ^note, my lord.

Hot.
That roan shall be my throne.
Well, I will back him straight: O ^note esperance!
Bid Butler lead him forth into the park ^note. [Exit Servant. ^note

Lady.
But hear you, my lord.

Hot.
What say'st thou, my lady?

Lady.
What is it carries you away?

Hot.
Why ^note, my horse, my love, my horse.

Lady.
Out, you mad-headed ape!
A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
As you are toss'd with. In faith ^note,

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 ^note,—

Hot.
So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

Lady.
Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
Directly unto ^note this question that I ask ^{note note}:
In faith ^note, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
An if ^note thou wilt not tell me all things ^note true ^note. ^note

Hot.
Away,
Away ^note, you trifler! Love! ^note I love thee not ^note,
I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
To play with mammets ^note 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 ^note thou have with me?

Lady,
Do you not love me? do you ^note 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 ^note in jest or no.

Hot.
Come ^note, wilt thou see me ride?
And when I am o' ^note horseback, I will swear
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
I must not have you henceforth question me
Whither ^note I go, nor reason whereabout:
Whither ^note I must, I must; and, to conclude,

This evening must I leave you ^note, gentle Kate.
I know you wise, but yet no farther ^note wise
Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,
But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
No lady closer; for I well ^note believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will ^note I trust thee, gentle Kate.

Lady.
How! so far? ^note

Hot.
Not an inch further ^note. But hark you ^note, Kate:
Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
To-day will I set forth ^note, to-morrow you.
Will this content you, Kate?

Lady.
It must of force. [Exeunt. ^note

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