525506By heauen me thinkes it were an easie 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 fellowship.

533514Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here,

534515But not the forme of what he should attend,

535516Good coosen giue me audience for a while.

537517Hot. I cry you mercy.

538518Wor. Those same noble Scots that are your prisoners.

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.

544523Wor. You, start away,

545524And lend no eare vnto my purposes:

546525Those prisoners you shal keepe.

547526Hot. Nay I wil, thats flat:

548527He said he would not ransome Mortimer,

549528Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer,

550529But I wil find him when he lies asleepe,

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 cosen a word.

556535Hot. All studies here I sollemnly defie,

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 mischance:

561540I would haue him poisoned with a pot of ale.

562541Wor. Farewel kinsman, ile talke to you

563542when you are better temperd to attend.

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,

601579As what I thinke might be, but what I know

602580Is ruminated, plotted, and set downe,

603581And onely stayes but to behold the face

604582Of that occasion that shal bring it on.

605583Hot. I smell it. Vpon my life it will do well:

607584Nort. Before the game is afoote thou still letst slip.

608585Hot. Why, it cannot chuse but be a noble plot,

609586And then the power of Scotland, and of Yorke,

610587To ioyne with Mortimer, ha.

611588Wor. And so they shall.

612589Hot, In faith it is exceedingly well, aimd.

613590Wor. And tis no little reason bids vs speed,

614591To saue our heades by raising of a head,

615592[F]or beare our selues as euen as we can,

616593[T]he king will alwayes thinke him in our debt,

617594And thinke we thinke our selues vnsatisfied,

618595Till he hath found a time to pay vs home,

619596And see alreadie how he doth begin

620597To make vs strangers to his lookes of loue.

621598Hot. He does, he does, weele be reuengd on him.

622599Wor. Coosen farewell. No further go in this,

623600Then I by letters shall direct your course

624601When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,

625602Ile steale to Glendower, and Lo: Mortimer,

626603Where you and Douglas, and our powers at once,

627604As I will fashion it shall happily meete,

628605To beare out fortunes in our owne strong armes,

629606Which now we hold at much vncertaintie.

630607Nor. Farewell good brother, we shall thriue I trust.

631608Hot. Vncle adieu: O let the houres be short,

632609Till fields, and blowes, and grones, applaud our sport. Exeunt.