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Henry IV, Pt. 1: Act 2, Scene 3

Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 2, Scene 3

Warkworth castle.

  1. Enter Hotspur solus, reading a letter.

Hotspur

2 - 36
  1. But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented
  2. to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house.”
  3. He could be contented: why is he not then? In the respect of
  4. the love he bears our house: he shows in this, he loves his
  5. own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some
  6. more.
  7. The purpose you undertake is dangerous
  8. why, that’s certain. ’Tis dangerous to take a cold, to
  9. sleep, to drink, but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
  10. nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
  11. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you
  12. have nam’d uncertain, the time itself unsorted, and your
  13. whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so great an
  14. opposition.”
  15. Say you so, say you so? I say unto you again, you are a
  16. shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is
  17. this! By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid,
  18. our friends true and constant: a good plot, good friends,
  19. and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good
  20. friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Why, my Lord
  21. of York commends the plot and the general course of the
  22. action. ’Zounds, and I were now by this rascal, I could
  23. brain him with his lady’s fan. Is there not my father, my
  24. uncle, and myself? Lord Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of York,
  25. and Owen Glendower? Is there not besides the Douglas? Have I
  26. not all their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
  27. next month? And are they not some of them set forward
  28. already? What a pagan rascal is this! An infidel! Ha, you
  29. shall see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart will
  30. he to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could
  31. divide myself and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of
  32. skim-milk with so honorable an action! Hang him! Let him
  33. tell the King: we are prepar’d. I will set forward tonight.
  34. Enter his Lady.
  35. How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours.

Lady Percy

37 - 64
  1. O my good lord, why are you thus alone?
  2. For what offense have I this fortnight been
  3. A banish’d woman from my Harry’s bed?
  4. Tell me, sweet lord, what is’t that takes from thee
  5. Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?
  6. Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
  7. And start so often when thou sit’st alone?
  8. Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
  9. And given my treasures and my rights of thee
  10. To thick-ey’d musing and curst melancholy?
  11. In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch’d,
  12. And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars,
  13. Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed,
  14. Cry Courage! To the field!” And thou hast talk’d
  15. Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
  16. Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
  17. Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
  18. Of prisoners’ ransom, and of soldiers slain,
  19. And all the currents of a heady fight;
  20. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
  21. And thus hath so bestirr’d thee in thy sleep,
  22. That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow,
  23. Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream,
  24. And in thy face strange motions have appear’d,
  25. Such as we see when men restrain their breath
  26. On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
  27. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
  28. And I must know it, else he loves me not.

Hotspur

65 - 67
  1. What ho!
  2. Enter Servant.
  3. Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

Servant

68
  1. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

Hotspur

69
  1. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?

Servant

70
  1. One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

Hotspur

71
  1. What horse? Roan? A crop-ear, is it not?

Servant

72
  1. It is, my lord.

Hotspur

73 - 75
  1. That roan shall be my throne.
  2. Well, I will back him straight. O Esperance!
  3. Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
  1. Exit Servant.

Lady Percy

77
  1. But hear you, my lord.

Hotspur

78
  1. What say’st thou, my lady?

Lady Percy

79
  1. What is it carries you away?

Hotspur

80
  1. Why, my horse, my love, my horse.

Lady Percy

81 - 87
  1. Out, you mad-headed ape!
  2. A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
  3. As you are toss’d with. In faith,
  4. I’ll know your business, Harry, that I will.
  5. I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
  6. About his title, and hath sent for you
  7. To line his enterprise, but if you go

Hotspur

88
  1. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.

Lady Percy

89 - 92
  1. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
  2. Directly unto this question that I ask.
  3. In faith, I’ll break thy little finger, Harry,
  4. And if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

Hotspur

93 - 99
  1. Away,
  2. Away, you trifler! Love, I love thee not,
  3. I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world
  4. To play with mammets and to tilt with lips.
  5. We must have bloody noses and crack’d crowns,
  6. And pass them current too. God’s me, my horse!
  7. What say’st thou, Kate? What wouldst thou have with me?

Lady Percy

100 - 103
  1. Do you not love me? Do you not indeed?
  2. Well, do not then, for since you love me not,
  3. I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
  4. Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.

Hotspur

104 - 116
  1. Come, wilt thou see me ride?
  2. And when I am a’ horseback, I will swear
  3. I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate,
  4. I must not have you henceforth question me
  5. Whither I go, nor reason whereabout.
  6. Whither I must, I must, and to conclude,
  7. This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
  8. I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
  9. Than Harry Percy’s wife; constant you are,
  10. But yet a woman, and for secrecy,
  11. No lady closer, for I well believe
  12. Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know,
  13. And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.

Lady Percy

117
  1. How! So far?

Hotspur

118 - 121
  1. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate,
  2. Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
  3. Today will I set forth, tomorrow you.
  4. Will this content you, Kate?

Lady Percy

122
  1. It must of force.
  1. Exeunt.
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