525506By heauen me thinkes it were an ea
sie leape,
526507To plucke bright honor from the palefac't moone,
527508Or diue into the bottome of the deepe,
528509Where fadome line could neuer touch the ground,
529510And plucke vp drowned honor by the locks,
530511So he that doth redeeme her thence might weare
531512Without corriuall all her dignities,
532513But out vpon this halfe fac't fellow
ship.
533514Wor. He apprehends a world of
figures here,
534515But not the forme of what he
should attend,
535516Good coo
sen giue me audience for a while.
538518Wor. Tho
se
same noble Scots that are your pri
soners.
540519Hot. Ile keepe them all;
541520By God he
shal not haue a Scot of them,
542521No, if a Scot would
saue his
soule he
shal not,
543522Ile keepe them by this hand.
545524And lend no eare vnto my purpo
ses:
546525Tho
se pri
soners you
shal keepe.
547526Hot. Nay
I wil, thats
flat:
548527He
said he would not ran
some Mortimer,
549528Forbad my tongue to
speake of Mortimer,
550529But I wil
find him when he lies a
sleepe,
551530And in his eare ile hollow Mortimer:
552531Nay, ile haue a
starling
shalbe taught to
speake
553532Nothing but Mortimer, and giue it him
554533To keepe his anger
stil in motion.
555534Wor. Heare you co
sen a word.
556535Hot. All
studies here I
sollemnly de
fie,
557536Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke,
558537And that
same
sword and buckler prince of Wales,
559538But that I thinke his father loues him not,
560539And would be glad he met with
some mi
schance:
561540I would haue him poi
soned with a pot of ale.
562541Wor. Farewel kin
sman, ile talke to you
563542when you are better temperd to attend.
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