SCENE III. The Council Chamber. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. KING HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, EARL OF WORCESTER, EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND, HOTSPUR, SIR W. BLUNT, SIR R. VERNON, and other GENTLEMEN, discovered. K. Hen. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to stir at these indignities, And you have found me; for, accordingly, Which the proud soul ne'er pays, but to the proud. And that same greatness too, which our own hands Have holp to make so portly. North. My lord, K. Hen. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye: Your presence is too bold and peremptory; The moody frontier of a servant brow. You have good leave to leave us : when we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. You were about to speak. North. Yea, my good lord. [Exit WORCESTer. Those prisoners, in your highness' name demanded, Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held He nose, gave his and took't away again; And still he smil'd, and talk'd; And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, 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,-Heaven save the mark!) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth And that it was great pity, so it was, 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, To such a person, and in such a place, At such a time, with all the rest re-told, May reasonably die, and never rise To do him wrong, or any way impeach What then he said, so he unsay it now. K. Hen. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners; That we, at our own charge, shall ransom straight Hot. Revolted Mortimer! 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, Those mouthed wounds, which, valiantly, he took, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour Upon agreement, of swift. Severn's flood; Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Receive so many, and all willingly: Then let him not be slander'd with revolt. K.Hen. [Rises.] Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him; He never did encounter with Glendower; I tell thee, He durst as well have met the devil alone, As will displease you.-My Lord Northumberland, [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt all Hot. And if the devil come and roar for them, Although I make a hazard of my head. North. What, drunk with choler? stay, and pause awhile. Here comes your uncle. Enter WORCESTER. Hot. Speak of Mortimer! Yes, I will speak of him; and let my soul As high i' the air as this unthankful king, North. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. Wor. Who struck this heat up after I was gone? Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners: And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale; Wor. I cannot blame him; was he not proclaim'd, (Whose wrongs in us Heaven pardon!) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return To be depos'd, and, shortly, murdered. Hot. But, soft, I pray you; Did King Richard then Proclaim my brother, Edmund Mortimer, North. He did: myself did hear it. Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starv'd. But shall't, for shame, be spoken in these days, Or fill up chronicles in time to come, That men of your nobility, and power, Did 'gage them both in an unjust behalf, (As both of you, Heaven pardon it! have done,) |