Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)
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The Historie
¶Hot. Come Kate, thou art perfect in lying downe,
1770Come quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
¶
The musicke playes.
1775And tis no maruaile he is so humorous,
¶Birlady he is a good musition.
¶For you are altogither gouernd by humors,
1780Hot. I had rather heare lady my brache howle in Irish.
¶Hotsp. No.
1785Hotsp. Neither, tis a womans fault.
¶La. Nowe God helpe thee.
¶La. Whats that?
1790
Here the Ladie sings a welsh song.
¶makers wife, not you in good sooth, and as true as I liue, and as
¶And giuest such sarcenet surety for thy oathes,
¶Sweare me Kate like a ladie as thou art,
1800A good mouthfilling oath, and leaue in sooth,
¶To veluet gards, and Sunday Citizens.
¶Come sing.
1805Hot. Tis the next way to turne tayler, or be redbrest teacher,
¶and the indentures be drawn ile away within these two houres,
¶and so come in when ye will.
Exit._
¶Glen. Come, come, Lord Mortimer, you are as slow,
1810As Hot. Lord Percy is on fire to go:
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