¶Hot. That roane
shall be my throne. Wel, I will backe him
920straight: O E
sperance, bid Butler lead him forth into the parke.
¶La. But heare you my Lord.
¶Hot. What
sai
st thou my Lady?
¶La. What is it carries you away?
925Hot. Why, my hor
se (my loue) my hor
se.
¶La. Out you madhedded ape, a weazel hath not
such a deale
¶of
spleene as you are to
st with. In faith ile knowe your bu
sine
sse
¶Harry that I will,
I feare my brother Mortimer doth
stir about
¶his title, and hath
sent for you to line his enterpri
se, but if you go.
¶Hot. So far a foot I
shal be weary loue.
¶La. Come, come you Paraquito, an
swere me directly vnto
¶this que
stion that I a
ske, in faith ile breake thy little finger Har-
¶ry and if thou wilt not tel me all things true.
935Hot. Away, away you trifler, loue, I loue thee not,
¶I care not for thee Kate, this is no world
¶To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips,
¶We mu
st haue bloudy no
ses, and crackt crownes,
¶And pa
sse them currant too: gods me my hor
se:
940What
sai
st thou Kate? what would
st thou haue with me?
¶La. Do you not loue me? do you not indeed?
¶Wel, do not then, for
since you loue me not
¶I will not loue my
selfe. Do you not loue me?
¶Nay tel me if you
speake in ie
st or no?
945Hot. Come, wilt thou
see me ride?
¶And when I am a hor
sebacke I will
sweare
¶I loue thee infinitely. But harke you Kate,
¶I mu
st not haue you henceforth que
stion me
¶Whither I go, nor rea
son where about,
950Whither I mu
st, I mu
st, and to conclude
¶This euening mu
st I leaue you gentle Kate,
¶I know you wi
se, but yet no farther wi
se
¶Then Harry Percies wife, con
stant you are,
¶But yet a woman, and for
secrecy
955No Lady clo
ser, for I well beleeue
¶Thou wilt not vtter what thou do
st not know,
¶And
so far wil I tru
st thee gentle Kate.
