P. Henry. Well, I'll go with thee; provide us all things neceflary, and meet me to-morrow night in Eaft-cheap, there I'll fup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my Lord. [hold [Exit Poins. P. Henry. I know you all, and will a while upThe unyok'd humour of y your idlenes: Yet herein will I imitate the fun, Who doth permit the bafe contagious clouds To fmother up his beauty from the world; That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wondred at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did feem to ftrangle him. If all the year were playing holidays, To fport would be as tedious as to work; But when they feldom come, they wish'd-for come, And nothing pleafeth but raie acciden's. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised; By how much better than my word I am, By fo much fhall I falfify men's hopes; And, like bright metal on a fullen ground, My reformation glitt'ring o'er my fault, Shall fhew more goodly, and attract more eyes, Than that which hath no foil to fet it off. I'll fo offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time, when men think least I will. [Exit. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter King Henry, Northun berland, Worcester, Hotspur. Sir Walter Blunt, and others [perate, K. Henr. My blood hath been too cold and temUnap to ftir at these indignities; And you have found me, for accordingly You tread upon my patience: but be fure I will from henceforth rather be myself, Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition; Which hath been imooth as oil, foft as young down, And therefore loft that title of respect, Which the proud foul ne'er pays, but to the proud. Wor. Our house, my fovereign Liege, little deferves The fcourge of greatnefs to be used on it; And that fame greatness too, which our own hands Have help'd to make fo portly. North. My good Lord, K. Henry. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do fee Danger and difobedience in thine eye. O Sir, your prefence is too bold and peremptory; And majefty might never yet endure The moody frontier of a fervant brow. You have good leave to leave us. When we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. You were about to speak. North. Yes, my good Lord. [Exit Worcester [To Northumberland, Thofe prifoners, in your Highnefs' name demanded, Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Were, as he fays, not with fuch strength deny'd As was deliver'd to your Majefty. Or envy therefore, or mifprifion, Is guilty of this fault, and not my fon. Hot. My Liege, I did deny no prisoners: And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held Who, therewith angry, when it next came there, With many holiday and lady terms He queftion'd me: amongst the reft, demanded VOL. V. B My prifoners, in your Majefty's behalf. I, then all finarting with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief, and my impatience, Of guns, and drums, and wounds; (God fave the mark!) And telling me, the fovereign'ft thing on earth Blunt. The circumftance confider'd, good my [Lord, K. Henry. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, But with provifo and exception, That we at our own charge fhall ransom straight No on the barren mountains let him ftarve; Hot. Revolted Mortimer? He never did fall off, my fovereign Liege, Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took, He did confound the best part of an hour Colour her working with fuch deadly wounds; Then let him not be flander'd with revolt. K. Henry. Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou belief He never durft encounter with Glendower; [him : He durft as well have met the devil alone, As Owen Glendower for an enemy. Art not afham'd? but, firrah, from this hour, I will not fend them. I'll after strait, North. What, drunk with choler? ftay, and paufe Here comes your uncle. Enter Worcefler. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? [a while; Yes, I will speak of him; and let my foul North. Brother, the King hath made your nephew Vor. I cannot blame him; was he not proclaim'd, From whence he, intercepted, did return Wor. And for whofe death, we in the world's wide Live fcandaliz'd, and foully spoken of. [mouth Hot. But foft, I pray you. Did King Richard then Proclaim my brother Mortimer Heir to the crown? North. He did myself did hear it. : Hot. Nay, then I cannot blame his coufin King, That wifh'd him on the barren mountains ftarv'd. But fhall it be that you, that fet the crown Upon the head of this forgetful man, |