The Hystorie
564543North. Why what a wa
spe-
stung and impatient foole
565544Art thou, to breake into this womans moode,
566545Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne.
567546Hot. Why looke you? I am whip and
scourgd with rods,
568547Netled, and
stung with pi
smires, when I heare
569548Of this vile polititian Bullingbrooke,
570549In Richards time, what do you cal the place?
571550A plague vpon it, it is in Gloce
ster
shire;
572551Twas where the mad-cap duke his vnckle kept
573552His vncle Yorke, where I
fir
st bowed my knee
574553Vnto this king of
smiles, this Bullingbrooke:
575554Zbloud, when you and he came backe from Rauen
spurgh.
576555North. At Barkly ca
stle.
578556Why what a candy deale of curte
sie,
579557This fawning greyhound then did proffer me,
580558Looke when his infant fortune came to age,
581559And gentle Harry Percy, and kind coo
sen:
582560O the diuel take
such coo
soners, god forgiue me,
583561Good vncle tel your tale, I haue done.
584562Wor. Nay, if you haue not, to it againe,
585563We wil
stay your lei
sure.
586564Hot. I haue done Ifaith.
587565Wor. Then once more to your Scotti
sh pri
soners,
588566Deliuer them vp without their ran
some
straight,
589567And make the Douglas
sonne your onely meane
590568For Powers in Scotland, which for diuers rea
sons
591569Which
I shall
send you written, be a
ssur'd
592570Wil ea
sely be granted you my Lord.
593571Your
sonne in Scotland being thus emploied,
594572Shal
secretly into the bo
some creepe
595573Of that
same noble Prelat wel belou'd,
597575Hot. Of Yorke, is it not?
598576Wor. True, who beares hard
599577His brothers death at Bri
stow the lord Scroop,
600578I
speake not this in e
stimation,
As