Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)
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Enter Hotspur solus reading a letter.
¶Why thats certaine, tis daungerous to take a cold, to sleepe, to
¶drinke, but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of this nettle danger, we
¶plucke this flower safetie.
¶
The purpose you vndertake is dangerous, the friends you haue na-
¶low cowardly hind, and you lie: what a lacke braine is this? by
¶the Lord our plot is a good plot, as euer was laid, our friends true
865and constant: a good plot, good friends, and ful of expectation: an
¶this? why my Lord of York commends the plot, and the gene-
870call I could braine him with his Ladies fanne. Is there not my
¶father, my vncle, and my selfe; Lord Edmond Mortimer, my
¶Lord of Yorke, and Owen Glendower: is there not besides the
¶Dowglas, haue I not all their letters to meete me in armes by the
875ward alreadie? What a pagan rascall is this, an infidell? Ha, you
¶the King, and lay open all our proceedings? O I could deuide
880with so honorable an action. Hang him, let him tell the king, we
¶are prepared: I will set forward to night.
Enter his Lady.
885Lady. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone?
¶For what offence haue I this fortnight bin
¶A banisht woman from my Harries bed?
890Why dost thou bend thine eies vpon the earth?
¶And giuen my treasures and my rights of thee
895In thy faint slumbers I by thee haue watcht,
¶And heard the murmur, tales of yron wars,
¶Speake tearmes of mannage to thy bounding steed,
¶Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talkt
¶Of sallies, and retyres of trenches tents,
900Of pallizadoes, frontiers, parapets,
¶And all the currents of a heddy fight.
¶And in thy face strange motions haue appeard,
¶Hot. What ho, is Gilliams with the packet gone?
¶Ser. He is my Lord, an houre ago.
¶Ser. It is my Lord.
¶La. But heare you my Lord.
¶La. What is it carries you away?
¶Harry that I will, I feare my brother Mortimer doth stir about
¶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,
¶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?
¶I loue thee infinitely. But harke you Kate,
¶Whither I go, nor reason where about,
¶This euening must I leaue you gentle Kate,
¶Then Harry Percies wife, constant you are,
¶But yet a woman, and for secrecy
955No Lady closer, for I well beleeue
¶Thou wilt not vtter what thou dost not know,
¶Hot. Not an inch further, but harke you Kate,
960Whither I go, thither shal you go too:
¶To day will I set forth, to morrow you,
¶Will this content you Kate?
_Exeunt
