To line his enterprise: But if you go Hotspur. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, Hotspur. Away, Away, you trifler !-Love?—I love thee not, Hotspur. Come, wilt thou see me ride? 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. 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.— Lady. It must, of force. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Mortimer. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou pourest down from these swelling heavens, I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In such a parley would I answer thee. [Lady M. speaks. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation: But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue With ravishing division, to her lute. Glendower. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. [Lady M. speaks again. Mortimer. O, I am ignorance itself in this. Glendower. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, Mortimer. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing: By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. And those musicians that shall play to you, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Hotspur. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down : Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy lap. Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. PRAY thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter, And be, like them, to Percy troublesome. pawn; And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. Lady Percy. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! The time was, father, that you broke your word, When you were more endear'd to it than now; When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, Who then persuaded you to stay at home? There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's. For his, it stuck upon him, as the sun In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his light, To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, For those that could speak low, and tardily, To seem like him: So that, in speech, in gait, In diet, in affections of delight, In military rules, humours of blood, He was the mark and glass, copy and book, That fashion❜d others. And him,—O wondrous him! O miracle of men !-him did you leave (Second to none, unseconded by you), To look upon the hideous god of war In disadvantage; to abide a field, Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name Lady Northumberland. O, fly to Scotland, Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, Have of their puissance made a little taste. Lady Percy. If they get ground and vantage of the king, |