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K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone, for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye.
O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
The moody frontier1 of a servant brow.
You have good leave to leave us; when we need
You were about to speak.
Yea, my good lord.
Those prisoners, in your highness' name demanded,
Either envy, therefore, or misprision
Is guilty of this fault, and not my son.
And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb, he held
gave his nose, and took 't away again ;Who, therewith angry, when it next came there,
2 A small box for perfumes.
Took it in snuff: 1-and still he smiled, and talk'd ;
He call'd them-untaught knaves, unmannerly,
With many holyday and lady terms
He question'd me; among the rest, demanded
I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ;
He should, or he should not ;-for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman,
Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
And that it was great pity, so it was,
1 Snuff is equivocally used for anger, and a powder taken up the nose.
And, I beseech you, let not his report
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
Whatever Harry Percy then had said,
K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; But with proviso, and exception,
That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
Hot. Revolted Mortimer!
1 Sign an indenture or compact.
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war;-to prove that true,
Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
He did confound1 the best part of an hour
In changing hardiment with great Glendower. Three times they breathed, and three times did they drink,
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Color her working with such deadly wounds;
Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.
K. Hen. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost
He never did encounter with Glendower;
I tell thee,
He durst as well have met the devil alone,
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer :
2 Bravery, stoutness.
Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
[Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and Train. Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, I will not send them. I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head.
North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile;
Here comes your uncle.
Speak of Mortimer ?
Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins,
And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust,
As high i' the air as this unthankful king,
North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew
mad. [to Worcester. Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
And when I urged the ransom once again
Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale ;