564543North. Why what a waspe-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 pismires, when I heare

569548Of this vile polititian Bullingbrooke,

570549In Richards time, what do you cal the place?

571550A plague vpon it, it is in Glocestershire;

572551Twas where the mad-cap duke his vnckle kept

573552His vncle Yorke, where I first bowed my knee

574553Vnto this king of smiles, this Bullingbrooke:

575554Zbloud, when you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh.

576555North. At Barkly castle.

577 Hot. You say true.

578556Why what a candy deale of curtesie,

579557This fawning greyhound then did proffer me,

580558Looke when his infant fortune came to age,

581559And gentle Harry Percy, and kind coosen:

582560O the diuel take such coosoners, god forgiue me,

583561Good vncle tel your tale, I haue done.

584562Wor. Nay, if you haue not, to it againe,

585563We wil stay your leisure.

586564Hot. I haue done Ifaith.

587565Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners,

588566Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight,

589567And make the Douglas sonne your onely meane

590568For Powers in Scotland, which for diuers reasons

591569Which I shall send you written, be assur'd

592570Wil easely be granted you my Lord.

593571Your sonne in Scotland being thus emploied,

594572Shal secretly into the bosome creepe

595573Of that same noble Prelat wel belou'd,

596574The Archbishop.

597575Hot. Of Yorke, is it not?

598576Wor. True, who beares hard

599577His brothers death at Bristow the lord Scroop,

600578I speake not this in estimation,