"But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be 851there, in respect of the love I bear your house." 852He could be contented; why is he not then? In respect of 853the love he bears our house! He shows in this he loves his own 854barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. 855"The purpose you undertake is dangerous," 856-- Why, that's certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to 857drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle danger we 858pluck this flower safety. 859"The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you have 860named uncertain, the time itself unsorted, and your whole plot too 861light for the counterpoise of so great an opposition." 862Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a 863shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By 864the lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid, our friends true 865and constant; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an 866excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is 867this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the 869general course of the action. Zounds, an I were now by this 870rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan! Is there not my 871father, my uncle, and myself? Lord Edmund Mortimer, my 872lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not besides the 873Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the 874ninth of the next month? And are they not some of them set 875forward already? What a pagan rascal is this, an infidel! Ha, you 876shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart will he to 878the king, and lay open all our proceedings! Oh, I could 879divide myself and go to buffets for moving such a dish of skim-milk 880with so honorable an action! Hang him! Let him tell the king; we 881are prepared. I will set forward tonight.

2.3.2884How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours.

O my good lord, why are you thus alone?

2.3.4886For what offense have I this fortnight been

2.3.5887A banished woman from my Harry's bed?

2.3.6888Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee

2.3.7889Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?

2.3.8890Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth?

2.3.9891And start so often when thou sit'st alone?

2.3.10892Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,

2.3.11893And given my treasures and my rights of thee

2.3.12894To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?

2.3.13895In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched,

2.3.14896And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars,

2.3.15897Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed,

2.3.16898Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talked

2.3.17899Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,

2.3.18900Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,

2.3.19901Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,

2.3.20902Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,

2.3.21903And all the currents of a heady fight.

2.3.22904Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,

2.3.23905And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep,

2.3.24906That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow

2.3.25907Like bubbles in a late-disturbèd stream;

2.3.26908And in thy face strange motions have appeared,

2.3.27909Such as we see when men restrain their breath

2.3.28910On some great sudden heft. Oh, what portents are these?

2.3.29911Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

2.3.30912And I must know it, else he loves me not.

What ho!

What ho! Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

He is, my lord, an hour ago.

Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?

One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

What horse? Roan? A crop-ear, is it not?

It is, my lord.

It is, my lord. That roan shall be my throne.

2.3.37Well, I will back him straight. 920O Esperance!

2.3.38Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

But hear you, my lord.

What sayst thou, my lady?

What is it carries you away?

Why, my horse, my love, my horse.

Out, you mad-headed ape!

2.3.44A weasel hath not such a deal 927of spleen

2.3.45As you are tossed with. In faith,

2.3.46I'll know your business, 928Harry, that I will.

2.3.47I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir

2.3.48About 929his title, and hath sent for you

2.3.49To line his enterprise; but if you go --

So far afoot? I shall be weary, love.

Come, come, you paraquito, answer me

2.3.52Directly unto 933this question that I ask.

2.3.53In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,

2.3.54934An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

Away, away, you trifler! Love? I love thee not,

2.3.56936I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world

2.3.57937To play with mammets and to tilt with lips.

2.3.58938We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns,

2.3.59939And pass them current, too. God's me, my horse!

2.3.60940What sayst thou, Kate? What wouldst thou have with me?

Do you not love me? Do you not indeed?

2.3.62942Well, do not then, for since you love me not

2.3.63943I will not love myself. Do you not love me?

2.3.64944Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.

Come, wilt thou see me ride?

2.3.66946And when I am a-horseback, I will swear

2.3.67947I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate.

2.3.68948I must not have you henceforth question me

2.3.69949Whither I go, nor reason whereabout.

2.3.70950Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,

2.3.71951This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.

2.3.72952I know you wise, but yet no farther wise

2.3.73953Than Harry Percy's wife; constant you are,

2.3.74954But yet a woman; and for secrecy

2.3.75955No lady closer, for I well believe

2.3.76956Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.

2.3.77957And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

How, so far?

Not an inch further. But hark you Kate,

2.3.80960Whither I go, thither shall you go too.

2.3.81961Today will I set forth, tomorrow you.

2.3.82962Will this content you, Kate?

It must of force.