So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, That are your prisoners,— Hot. Thofe fame noble Scots, I'll keep them all; By heaven, he shall not have a Scot of them : You ftart away, Wor. Those prisoners you shall keep. Nay, I will; that's flat: Hot. I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak Wor. Coufin; a word. Hear you, Hot. All ftudies here I folemnly defy, Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke: And that fame fword-and-buckler prince of Wales,- And would be glad he met with fome mifchance, I'd have him poison'd with a pot of ale. Wl'or. Wor. Farewell, kinfman! I will talk to you, When you are better temper'd to attend. North. Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool Art thou, to break into this woman's mood; Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own? Hot. Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods, Nettled, and ftung with pifmires, when I hear In Richard's time,-What do you call the place?— Hot. You fay true :—— Why, what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! * O, the devil take fuch cozeners!- -God forgive me!- Hot. I have done, i'faith." Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. Will eafily be granted.-You, my lord,— [TO NORTHUMBERLAND. C 2 Your Your fon in Scotland being thus employ'd,— Of that fame noble prelate, well belov'd, The archbishop. Hot. Of York, is't not? Wor. True; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. As what I think might be, but what I know Hot. I fmell it; upon my life, it will do well. Wor. And fo they fhall. Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him. Το To bear our fortunes in our own ftrong arms, North. Farewell, good brother: We shall thrive, I trust. [Exeunt. Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand. 1 Car. Haigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horfe not pack'd. What, oftler! Oft. [Within.] Anon, anon. 1 Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's faddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cefs. Enter another Carrier. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this houfe is turn'd upfide down, fince Robin oftler died. 1 Car. Poor fellow! never joy'd fince the price of oats rofe; it was the death of him. 2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am ftung like a tench. 1 Car. Like a tench? by the mafs, there is ne'er a king in Chriftendom could be better bit than I have been fince the firft cock. 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach. 1 Car. What, oftler! come away, and be hang'd,come away. 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-crofs. |