852He could be contented: Why is he not then? in respect of

853the loue he beares our house. He shewes in this, he loues

854his owne Barne better then he loues our house. Let me

855see some more. The purpose you vndertake is dangerous.

856Why that's certaine: 'Tis dangerous to take a Colde, to

857sleepe, to drinke: but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of

858this Nettle, Danger; we plucke this Flower, Safety. The

859purpose you vndertake is dangerous, the Friends you haue na-

860med vncertaine, the Time it selfe vnsorted, and your whole

861Plot too light, for the counterpoize of so great an Opposition.

862Say you so, say you so: I say vnto you againe, you are a

863shallow cowardly Hinde, and you Lye. What a lacke-

864braine is this? I protest, our plot is as good a plot as euer

865was laid; our Friend true and constant: A good Plotte,

866good Friends, and full of expectation: An excellent plot,

867very good Friends. What a Frosty-spirited rogue is this?

868Why, my Lord of Yorke commends the plot, and the

869generall course of the action. By this hand, if I were now

870by this Rascall, I could braine him with his Ladies Fan.

871Is there not my Father, my Vncle, and my Selfe, Lord

872Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of Yorke, and Owen Glendour?

873Is there not besides, the Dowglas? Haue I not all their let-

874ters, to meete me in Armes by the ninth of the next Mo-

875neth? and are they not some of them set forward already?

876What a Pagan Rascall is this? An Infidell. Ha, you shall

877see now in very sincerity of Feare and Cold heart, will he

878to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could

879diuide my selfe, and go to buffets, for mouing such a dish

880of skim'd Milk with so honourable an Action. Hang him,

881let him tell the King we are prepared. I will set forwards

882to night.

884How now Kate, I must leaue you within these two hours.

885La. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone?

886For what offence haue I this fortnight bin

887A banish'd woman from my Harries bed?

888Tell me (sweet Lord) what is't that takes from thee

889Thy stomacke, pleasure, and thy golden sleepe?

890Why dost thou bend thine eyes vpon the earth?

891And start so often when thou sitt'st alone?

892Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheekes?

893And giuen my Treasures and my rights of thee,

894To thicke-ey'd musing, and curst melancholly?

895In my faint-slumbers, I by thee haue watcht,

896And heard thee murmore tales of Iron Warres:

897Speake tearmes of manage to thy bounding Steed,

898Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talk'd

899Of Sallies, and Retires; Trenches, Tents,

900Of Palizadoes, Frontiers, Parapets,

901Of Basiliskes, of Canon, Culuerin,

902Of Prisoners ransome, and of Souldiers slaine,

903And all the current of a headdy fight.

904Thy spirit within thee hath beene so at Warre,

905And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleepe,

906That beds of sweate hath stood vpon thy Brow,

907Like bubbles in a late-disturbed Streame;

908And in thy face strange motions haue appear'd,

909Such as we see when men restraine their breath

910On some great sodaine hast. O what portents are these?

911Some heauie businesse hath my Lord in hand,

912And I must know it: else he loues me not.

913Hot. What ho; Is Gilliams with the Packet gone?

914Ser. He is my Lord, an houre agone.

915Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses frõ the Sheriffe?

916Ser. One horse, my Lord, he brought euen now.

917Hot. What Horse? A Roane, a crop eare, is it not.

918Ser. It is my Lord.

919Hot. That Roane shall be my Throne. Well, I will

920backe him straight. Esperance, bid Butler lead him forth

921into the Parke.

922La. But heare you, my Lord.

923Hot. What say'st thou my Lady?

924La. What is it carries you away?

925Hot. Why, my horse (my Loue) my horse.

926La. Out you mad-headed Ape, a Weazell hath not

927such a deale of Spleene, as you are tost with. In sooth Ile

928know your businesse Harry, that I will. I feare my Bro-

929ther Mortimer doth stirre about his Title, and hath sent

930for you to line his enterprize. But if you go---

931Hot. So farre a foot, I shall be weary, Loue.

932La. Come, come, you Paraquito, answer me directly

933vnto this question, that I shall aske. Indeede Ile breake

934thy little finger Harry, if thou wilt not tel me true.

935Hot. Away, away you trifler: Loue, I loue thee not,

936I care not for thee Kate: this is no world

937To play with Mammets, and to tilt with lips.

938We must haue bloodie Noses, and crack'd Crownes,

939And passe them currant too. Gods me, my horse.

940What say'st thou Kate? what wold'st thou haue with me?

941La. Do ye not loue me? Do ye not indeed?

942Well, do not then. For since you loue me not,

943I will not loue my selfe. Do you not loue me?

944Nay, tell me if thou speak'st in iest, or no.

945Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

946And when I am a horsebacke, I will sweare

947I loue thee infinitely. But hearke you Kate,

948I must not haue you henceforth, question me,

949Whether I go: nor reason whereabout.

950Whether I must, I must: and to conclude,

951This Euening must I leaue thee, gentle Kate.

952I know you wise, but yet no further wise

953Then Harry Percies wife. Constant you are,

954But yet a woman: and for secrecie,

955No Lady closer. For I will beleeue

956Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'st not know,

957And so farre wilt I trust thee, gentle Kate.

958La. How so farre?

959Hot. Not an inch further. But harke you Kate,

960Whither I go, thither shall you go too:

961To day will I set forth, to morrow you.

962Will this content you Kate?

963La. It must of force. Exeunt