852801 He could be contented, why is hee not then? in the respect of

853802the loue he beares our house: he shewes in this, he loues his own

854803barne better then he loues our house. Let me see some more.

856805Why thats certaine, tis daungerous to take a cold, to sleepe, to

857806drinke, but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of this nettle danger, we

858807plucke this flower safetie.

862811 Say you so, say you so, I say vnto you againe, you are a shal-

863812low cowardly hind, and you lie: what a lacke braine is this? by

864813the Lord our plot is a good plot, as euer was laid, our friends true

865814and constant: a good plot, good friends, and ful of expectation: an

866815excellent plot, verie good friends; what a frosty spirited rogue is

867816this? why my Lord of York commends the plot, and the gene-

869817rall course of the Action. Zoundes and I were nowe by this ras-

870818call I could braine him with his Ladies fanne. Is there not my

871819father, my vncle, and my selfe; Lord Edmond Mortimer, my

872820Lord of Yorke, and Owen Glendower: is there not besides the

873821Dowglas, haue I not all their letters to meete me in armes by the

874822ninth of the next month, and are they not some of them set for-

875823ward alreadie? What a pagan rascall is this, an infidell? Ha, you

876824shall see now in very sinceritie of feare and cold heart, will hee to

878825the King, and lay open all our proceedings? O I could deuide

879826my selfe, and go to buffets, for mouing such a dish of skim milke

880827with so honorable an action. Hang him, let him tell the king, we

881828are prepared: I will set forward to night.

884829How now Kate, I must leaue you within these two houres.

885830Lady. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone?

886831For what offence haue I this fortnight bin

887832A banisht woman from my Harries bed?

888833Tel me sweet Lord, what ist that takes from thee

889834Thy stomacke, pleasure, and thy goulden sleepe?

890835Why dost thou bend thine eies vpon the earth?

891836And start so often when thou sitst alone?

892837Why hast thou lost the fresh bloud in thy cheekes?

893838And giuen my treasures and my rights of thee

894839To thicke eyde musing, and curst melancholy?

895840In thy faint slumbers I by thee haue watcht,

896841And heard the murmur, tales of yron wars,

897842Speake tearmes of mannage to thy bounding steed,

898843Cry courage to the field. And thou hast talkt

899844Of sallies, and retyres of trenches tents,

900845Of pallizadoes, frontiers, parapets,

901846Of basilisks, of canon, culuerin,

902847Of prisoners ransome, and of soldiors slaine,

903848And all the currents of a heddy fight.

904849Thy spirit within thee hath bin so at war,

905850And thus hath so bestird thee in thy sleepe,

906851That beads of sweat haue stood vpon thy brow

907852Like bubbles in a late disturbed streame

908853And in thy face strange motions haue appeard,

909854Such as we see when men restraine their breath,

910855On some great suddain hest. O what portents are these?

911856Some heauy businesse hath my Lord in hand,

912857And I must know it else he loues me not.

913858Hot. What ho, is Gilliams with the packet gone?

914859Ser. He is my Lord, an houre ago.

915860Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the Sheriffe?

916861Ser. One horse my Lord he brought euen now.

917862Hot. What horse, Roane? a cropeare is it not?

918863Ser. It is my Lord.

D1 Hot.

919864Hot. That roane shall be my throne. Wel, I will backe him

920865straight: O Esperance, bid Butler lead him forth into the parke.

922866La. But heare you my Lord.

923867Hot. What saist thou my Lady?

924868La. What is it carries you away?

925869Hot. Why, my horse (my loue) my horse.

926870La. Out you madhedded ape, a weazel hath not such a deale

927871of spleene as you are tost with. In faith ile knowe your businesse

928872Harry that I will, I feare my brother Mortimer doth stir about

929873his title, and hath sent for you to line his enterprise, but if you go.

931874Hot. So far a foot I shal be weary loue.

932875La. Come, come you Paraquito, answere me directly vnto

933876this question that I aske, in faith ile breake thy little finger Har-

934877ry and if thou wilt not tel me all things true.

935878Hot. Away, away you trifler, loue, I loue thee not,

936879I care not for thee Kate, this is no world

937880To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips,

938881We must haue bloudy noses, and crackt crownes,

939882And passe them currant too: gods me my horse:

940883What saist thou Kate? what wouldst thou haue with me?

941884La. Do you not loue me? do you not indeed?

942885Wel, do not then, for since you loue me not

943886I will not loue my selfe. Do you not loue me?

944887Nay tel me if you speake in iest or no?

945888Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?

946889And when I am a horsebacke I will sweare

947890I loue thee infinitely. But harke you Kate,

948891I must not haue you henceforth question me

949892Whither I go, nor reason where about,

950893Whither I must, I must, and to conclude

951894This euening must I leaue you gentle Kate,

952895I know you wise, but yet no farther wise

953896Then Harry Percies wife, constant you are,

954897But yet a woman, and for secrecy

955898No Lady closer, for I well beleeue

956899Thou wilt not vtter what thou dost not know,

957900And so far wil I trust thee gentle Kate.

958901La. How, so far.

959902Hot. Not an inch further, but harke you Kate,

960903Whither I go, thither shal you go too:

961904To day will I set forth, to morrow you,

962905Will this content you Kate?

963906La. It must of force.