Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 2, Scene 3
- Enter Hotspur solus, reading a letter.
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- “But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented
- to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house.”
- He could be contented: why is he not then? In the respect of
- the love he bears our house: he shows in this, he loves his
- own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some
- “The purpose you undertake is dangerous”
- —why, that’s certain. ’Tis dangerous to take a cold, to
- sleep, to drink, but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
- nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
- “The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you
- have nam’d uncertain, the time itself unsorted, and your
- whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an
- Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a
- shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is
- this! By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid,
- our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends,
- and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good
- friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Why, my Lord
- of York commends the plot and the general course of the
- action. ’Zounds, and I were now by this rascal, I could
- brain him with his lady’s fan. Is there not my father, my
- uncle, and myself? Lord Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of York,
- and Owen Glendower? Is there not besides the Douglas? Have I
- not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
- next month? And are they not some of them set forward
- already? What a pagan rascal is this! An infidel! Ha, you
- shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart will
- he to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could
- divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of
- skim-milk with so honorable an action! Hang him! Let him
- tell the King: we are prepar’d. I will set forward tonight.
- Enter his Lady.
- How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours.
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- O my good lord, why are you thus alone?
- For what offense have I this fortnight been
- A banish’d woman from my Harry’s bed?
- Tell me, sweet lord, what is’t that takes from thee
- Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
- Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
- And start so often when thou sit’st alone?
- Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
- And given my treasures and my rights of thee
- To thick-ey’d musing and curst melancholy?
- In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch’d,
- And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars,
- Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed,
- Cry “Courage! To the field!” And thou hast talk’d
- Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
- Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
- Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
- Of prisoners’ ransom, and of soldiers slain,
- And all the currents of a heady fight;
- Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
- And thus hath so bestirr’d thee in thy sleep,
- That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow,
- Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream,
- And in thy face strange motions have appear’d,
- Such as we see when men restrain their breath
- On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
- Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
- And I must know it, else he loves me not.
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- What ho!
- Enter Servant.
- Is Gilliams with the packet gone?
- He is, my lord, an hour ago.
- Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?
- One horse, my lord, he brought even now.
- What horse? Roan? A crop-ear, is it not?
- It is, my lord.
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- That roan shall be my throne.
- Well, I will back him straight. O Esperance!
- Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
- Exit Servant.
- But hear you, my lord.
- What say’st thou, my lady?
- What is it carries you away?
- Why, my horse, my love, my horse.
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- Out, you mad-headed ape!
- A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
- As you are toss’d with. In faith,
- I’ll know your business, Harry, that I will.
- I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
- About his title, and hath sent for you
- To line his enterprise, but if you go—
- So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
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- Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
- Directly unto this question that I ask.
- In faith, I’ll break thy little finger, Harry,
- And if thou wilt not tell me all things true.
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- Away, you trifler! Love, I love thee not,
- I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world
- To play with mammets and to tilt with lips.
- We must have bloody noses and crack’d crowns,
- And pass them current too. God’s me, my horse!
- What say’st thou, Kate? What wouldst thou have with me?
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- Do you not love me? Do you not indeed?
- Well, do not then, for since you love me not,
- I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
- Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.
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- Come, wilt thou see me ride?
- And when I am a’ horseback, I will swear
- I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate,
- I must not have you henceforth question me
- Whither I go, nor reason whereabout.
- Whither I must, I must, and to conclude,
- This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
- I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
- Than Harry Percy’s wife; constant you are,
- But yet a woman, and for secrecy,
- No lady closer, for I well believe
- Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know,
- And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
- How! So far?
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- Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate,
- Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
- Today will I set forth, tomorrow you.
- Will this content you, Kate?
- It must of force.