503484No, yet time serues, wherein you may redeeme

504485Your banisht honors, and restore your selues

505486Into the good thoughts of the world againe:

506487Reuenge the ieering and disdaind contempt

507488Of this proud king, who studies day and night

508489To answere all the debt he owes to you,

509490Euen with the bloudie paiment of your deaths:

510491Therefore I say.

511492Wor. Peace coosen, say no more.

512493And now I will vnclaspe a secret booke,

513494And to your quicke conceiuing discontents

514495Ile reade you matter deepe and daungerous,

515496As full of perill and aduenterous spirit,

516497As to orewalke a Current roring lowd,

517498On the vnstedfast footing of a speare.

518499Hot. If he fall in, god-night, or sinke, or swim,

519500Send danger from the East vnto the West.

520501So honor crosse it, from the North to South,

521502And let them grapple: O the bloud more stirs

522503To rouse a lyon than to start a hare.

523504North. Imagination of some great exploit

524505Driues him beyond the bounds of patience.

525506By heauen me thinkes it were an easie leape,

526507To plucke bright honour from the palefac'd moone,

527508Or diue into the bottome of the deepe,

528509Where fadome line could neuer touch the ground,

529510And plucke vp drowned honour 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 crie you mercie.

538518Wor. Those same noble Scots that are your prisoners

540519Hot. Ile keepe them all;

541520By God he shall not haue a Scot of them,

542521No, if a Scot would saue his soule he shall not.