And to your quick-conceiving discontents
I'll read you matter, deep, and dangerous;
As full of peril, and advent'rous fpirit,
As to o'er-walk a current, roaring loud,
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

Hot. If he fall in, good night :-or fink or fwim :Send danger from the east unto the west,

So honour crofs it from the north to fouth,
And let them grapple ;-O! the blood more stirs,
To rouze a lion, than to start a hare.

North. Imagination of fome great exploit
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience,

Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an eafy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear,
Without corrival, all her dignities:

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But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

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Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.-
Good coufin, give me audience for a while,
Hot. 1 cry you mercy.

Wor. Those fame noble Scots,

That are your prifoners,

Hot. I'll keep them all,

By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them,

No, if a Scot would fave his foul, he shall not:

i'll keep them, by this hand.

of a spear.]-laid across it.

h

balf-fac'd fellowship!]-paltry partnership in honour-coins of fmall value, and thofe of a double reign, were generally impreffed in profile only. KING JOHN, p. 272. Phil.

1

hgures here,]-in his imagination, fanciful shapes,

the form,]-the drift of my propofal.

Wor. You start away,

And lend no ear unto my purposes.-
Those prisoners you fhall keep.

Hot. Nay, I will; that's flat-—————
He faid, he would not ranfom Mortimer;
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
But I will find him when he lies afleep,
And in his ear I'll holla-Mortimer!

Nay, I'll have a ftarling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
To keep his anger still in motion.
Wor. Hear you, coufin; a word.
Hot. All ftudies here I folemnly 'defy,

Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:

ות

And that fame fword-and-buckler prince of Wales,-
But that I think his father loves him not,

And would be glad he met with some mischance,
I'd have him poifon'd with a pot of ale.

Wor. Farewell, kinfman! I will talk to you,

When you are better temper'd to attend.

North. Why, what a wasp stung 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 whip'd and scourg'd with rods,

Nettled, and stung with pifmires, when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.

In Richard's time,-What do you call the place?—
A plague upon't!-it is in Glofterfhire;

'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept,
His uncle York ;-where I first bow'd my

knee

Unto this king of fimiles, this Bolingbroke,
When you and he came back from Ravenspurg.

North. At Berkley caftle.

"

Hot. You fay true:

Why, what a candy'd deal of courtesy

This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
Look,-" when his infant fortune came to age,--
And,-gentle Harry Percy,-and, kind coufin,--

O, the devil take fuch cozeners!God forgive me!-
Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again;
We'll stay your leifure.

Hot. I have done, i'faith.

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. Deliver them up without their ransom straight,

And make the regent's fon your only mean

--

[To North.

For powers in Scotland; which,-for divers reasons,
Which I fhall fend you written,-be affur'd,
Will easily be granted.-You, my lord,-
Your fon in Scotland being thus employ'd,-
Shall fecretly into the bofom creep
Of that fame noble prelate, well belov❜d,
The archbishop.

Hot. Of York, is't not?

Wor. True; who bears hard

His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.
I fpeak not this in estimation,

As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and fet down;

And only stays but to behold the face

Of that occafion that fhall bring it on.

Hot. I fmell it; upon my life, it will do well.

when his infant fortune came to age,]—RICHARD II. p. 405. Beling. • the Douglas'.

Pin eftimation,]-on bare furmife, or conjecture.

North. Before the game's afoot, thou ftill let'ft flip.

Hot. Why, it cannot chufe but be a noble plot :-
And then the power of Scotland, and of York,
To join with Mortimer, ha?

Wor. And fo they shall.

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
To fave our heads, by 'raifing of a head:
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The king will always think him in our debt;
And think we think ourselves unfatisfy'd,
'Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
And fee already, how he doth begin

To make us strangers to his looks of love.

Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him.
Wor. Coufin, farewell :-No further go in this,
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
When time is ripe, (which will be fuddenly)
I'll fteal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer;
Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once,
(As I will fashion it) fhall happily meet,
To bear our fortunes in our own ftrong arms,
Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

North. Farewell, good brother: We shall thrive, I trust. Hot. Uncle, adieu :-O, let the hours be fhort, 'Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport!

let'ft flip.]-thy dogs; doft loofe the grey hounds.
HENRY V. A& II. S. 1.

[Exeunt.

K. Henry.

raifing of a head:]-a body of forces.

ACT

ACT II. SCENE I.

An Inn Yard at Rochester.

Enter a Carrier, with a lantborn in his hand.

1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horfe not pack'd. What, oftler!

Oft. [within.] Anon, anon.

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1 Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's faddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cefs.

Enter another Carrier.

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2 Car. Peafe and beans are as " dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this house is turn'd upfide down, fince Robin oftler dy’d.

1 Car. Poor fellow! never joy'd fince the price of oats rofe; it was the death of him.

2 Car. I think, this be the moft villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am ftung like a ' tench.

1 Car. Like a tench? by the mafs, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have been fince the first cock.

2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jourden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.

• Charle's wain, or Churl's wain.

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tpoint ;]-pummel.

wrung in the withers out of all cefs. ]-pinched on the fhoulders

beyond measure, dreadfully.

dank]-moist, rotten.

our withers are unwrung."
HAMLET, A& III. S. 2.
bors:]-worms.

2 like a loach.]-as fast as the loach breeds spawn.

'Ham.

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