<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 3><11%>
<HOTSPUR>	<12%>
	My liege, I did deny no prisoners:
	But I remember, when the fight was done,
	When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
	Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
	Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
	Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd,
	Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home:
	He was perfumed like a milliner,
	And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
	A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
	He gave his nose and took't away again;
	Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
	Took it in snuff: and still he smil'd and talk'd;
	And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
	He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
	To bring a slovenly unhandsome corpse
	Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
	With many holiday and lady terms
	He question'd me; among the rest, demanded
	My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
	I then all smarting with my wounds being cold,
	To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
	Out of my grief and my impatience
	Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what,
	He should, or he should not; for he made me mad
	To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
	And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
	Of guns, and drums, and wounds,—God save the mark!—
	And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
	Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
	And that it was great pity, so it was,
	This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
	Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
	Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
	So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
	He would himself have been a soldier.
	This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
	I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
	And I beseech you, let not his report
	Come current for an accusation
	Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 3><12%>
<HOTSPUR>	<13%>
	Revolted Mortimer!
	He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
	But by the chance of war: to prove that true
	Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
	Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took,
	When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
	In single opposition, hand to hand,
	He did confound the best part of an hour
	In changing hardiment with great Glendower.
	Three times they breath'd and three times did they drink,
	Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood,
	Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
	Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
	And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank
	Blood-stained with these valiant combatants.
	Never did base and rotten policy
	Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
	Nor never could the noble Mortimer
	Receive so many, and all willingly:
	Then let him not be slander'd with revolt.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 3><13%>
<HOTSPUR>	<14%>
	An if the devil come and roar for them,
	I will not send them: I will after straight
	And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
	Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 1><SCENE 3><14%>
<HOTSPUR>	<15%>
	Speak of Mortimer!
	'Zounds! I will speak of him; and let my soul
	Want mercy if I do not join with him:
	In his behalf I'll empty all these veins,
	And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' the dust,
	But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
	As high i' the air as this unthankful king,
	As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 1><SCENE 3><14%>
<HOTSPUR>	<15%>
	He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
	And when I urg'd the ransom once again
	Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
	And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
	Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 1><SCENE 3><14%>
<HOTSPUR>	<15%>
	But, soft! I pray you, did King Richard then
	Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
	Heir to the crown?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 1><SCENE 3><15%>
<HOTSPUR>	<15%>
	Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
	That wish'd him on the barren mountains starve.
	But shall it be that you, that set the crown
	Upon the head of this forgetful man,
	And for his sake wear the detested blot
	Of murd'rous subornation, shall it be,
	That you a world of curses undergo,
	Being the agents, or base second means,
	The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
	O! pardon me that I descend so low,
	To show the line and the predicament
	Wherein you range under this subtle king.
	Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
	Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
	That men of your nobility and power,
	Did gage them both in'an unjust behalf,
	As both of you—God pardon it!—have done,
	To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
	And plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
	And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
	That you are fool'd, discarded, and shook off
	By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
	No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem
	Your banish'd honours, and restore yourselves
	Into the good thoughts of the world again;
	Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
	Of this proud king, who studies day and night
	To answer all the debt he owes to you,
	Even with the bloody payment of your deaths.
	Therefore, I say,—
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 1><SCENE 3><16%>
<HOTSPUR>	<16%>
	If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:
	Send danger from the east unto the west,
	So honour cross it from the north to south,
	And let them grapple: O! the blood more stirs
	To rouse a lion than to start a hare.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 1><SCENE 3><16%>
<HOTSPUR>	<17%>
	By heaven methinks it were an easy leap
	To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon,
	Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
	Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
	And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
	So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
	Without corrival all her dignities:
	But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 1><SCENE 3><16%>
<HOTSPUR>	<17%>
	I cry you mercy.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 1><SCENE 3><16%>
<HOTSPUR>	<17%>
	I'll keep them all;
	By God, he shall not have a Scot of them:
	No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:
	I'll keep them, by this hand.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 1><SCENE 3><16%>
<HOTSPUR>	<17%>
	Nay, I will; that's flat:
	He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
	Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
	But I will find him when he lies asleep,
	And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
	Nay,
	I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
	Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him,
	To keep his anger still in motion.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 1><SCENE 3><17%>
<HOTSPUR>	<17%>
	All studies here I solemnly defy,
	Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
	And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
	But that I think his father loves him not,
	And would be glad he met with some mischance,
	I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 14><ACT 1><SCENE 3><17%>
<HOTSPUR>	<18%>
	Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods,
	Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear
	Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
	In Richard's time,—what do ye call the place?—
	A plague upon't—it is in Gloucestershire;—
	'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
	His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee
	Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,
	'Sblood!
	When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 15><ACT 1><SCENE 3><17%>
<HOTSPUR>	<18%>
	You say true.
	Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
	This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
	Look, 'when his infant fortune came to age,'
	And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin.'
	O! the devil take such cozeners. God forgive me!
	Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 16><ACT 1><SCENE 3><18%>
<HOTSPUR>	<18%>
	I have done, i' faith.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 17><ACT 1><SCENE 3><18%>
<HOTSPUR>	<19%>
	Of York, is it not?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 18><ACT 1><SCENE 3><18%>
<HOTSPUR>	<19%>
	I smell it.
	Upon my life it will do wondrous well.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 19><ACT 1><SCENE 3><18%>
<HOTSPUR>	<19%>
	Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot:
	And then the power of Scotland and of York,
	To join with Mortimer, ha?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 20><ACT 1><SCENE 3><18%>
<HOTSPUR>	<19%>
	In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 21><ACT 1><SCENE 3><19%>
<HOTSPUR>	<19%>
	He does, he does: we'll be reveng'd on him.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 22><ACT 1><SCENE 3><19%>
<HOTSPUR>	<20%>
	Uncle, adieu: O! let the hours be short,
	Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 23><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<HOTSPUR>	<29%>
	What, ho!

</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 24><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<HOTSPUR>	<29%>
	Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 25><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<HOTSPUR>	<30%>
	What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 26><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<HOTSPUR>	<30%>
	That roan shall be my throne.
	Well, I will back him straight: O, Esperance!
	Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 27><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<HOTSPUR>	<30%>
	What sayst thou, my lady?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 28><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<HOTSPUR>	<30%>
	Why, my horse, my love, my horse.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 29><ACT 2><SCENE 3><29%>
<HOTSPUR>	<30%>
	So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 30><ACT 2><SCENE 3><30%>
<HOTSPUR>	<30%>
	Away,
	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 sayst thou, Kate? what wouldst thou have with me?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 31><ACT 2><SCENE 3><30%>
<HOTSPUR>	<30%>
	Come, wilt thou see me ride?
	And when I am o' 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 further 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.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 32><ACT 2><SCENE 3><30%>
<HOTSPUR>	<31%>
	Not an inch further. But, hark you, Kate;
	Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
	To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
	Will this content you, Kate?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 33><ACT 3><SCENE 1><49%>
<HOTSPUR>	<49%>
	Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,
	Will you sit down?
	And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!
	I have forgot the map.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 34><ACT 3><SCENE 1><49%>
<HOTSPUR>	<50%>
	And you in hell, as often as he hears
	Owen Glendower spoke of.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 35><ACT 3><SCENE 1><49%>
<HOTSPUR>	<50%>
	Why, so it would have done at the same season, if your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself had never been born.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 36><ACT 3><SCENE 1><50%>
<HOTSPUR>	<50%>
	And I say the earth was not of my mind,
	If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 37><ACT 3><SCENE 1><50%>
<HOTSPUR>	<50%>
	O! then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
	And not in fear of your nativity.
	Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
	In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
	Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
	By the imprisoning of unruly wind
	Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
	Shakes the old beldam earth, and topples down
	Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
	Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
	In passion shook.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 38><ACT 3><SCENE 1><50%>
<HOTSPUR>	<51%>
	I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
	I'll to dinner.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 39><ACT 3><SCENE 1><51%>
<HOTSPUR>	<51%>
	Why, so can I, or so can any man;
	But will they come when you do call for them?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 40><ACT 3><SCENE 1><51%>
<HOTSPUR>	<51%>
	And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil
	By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
	If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
	And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
	O! while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 41><ACT 3><SCENE 1><51%>
<HOTSPUR>	<51%>
	Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
	How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 42><ACT 3><SCENE 1><52%>
<HOTSPUR>	<52%>
	Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
	In quantity equals not one of yours:
	See how this river comes me cranking in,
	And cuts me from the best of all my land
	A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
	I'll have the current in this place damm'd up,
	And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
	In a new channel, fair and evenly:
	It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
	To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 43><ACT 3><SCENE 1><53%>
<HOTSPUR>	<53%>
	I'll have it so; a little charge will do it.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 44><ACT 3><SCENE 1><53%>
<HOTSPUR>	<53%>
	Will not you?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 45><ACT 3><SCENE 1><53%>
<HOTSPUR>	<53%>
	Who shall say me nay?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 46><ACT 3><SCENE 1><53%>
<HOTSPUR>	<53%>
	Let me not understand you then:
	Speak it in Welsh.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 47><ACT 3><SCENE 1><53%>
<HOTSPUR>	<53%>
	Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart.
	I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew
	Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
	I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
	Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
	And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
	Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
	'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 48><ACT 3><SCENE 1><53%>
<HOTSPUR>	<53%>
	I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land
	To any well-deserving friend;
	But in the way of bargain, mark you me,
	I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
	Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 49><ACT 3><SCENE 1><54%>
<HOTSPUR>	<54%>
	I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me
	With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,
	Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,
	And of a dragon, and a finless fish,
	A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,
	A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
	And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
	As puts me from my faith. I'll tell thee what;
	He held me last night at least nine hours
	In reckoning up the several devils' names
	That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum!' and 'well, go to.'
	But mark'd him not a word. O! he's as tedious
	As a tired horse, a railing wife;
	Worse than a smoky house. I had rather live
	With cheese and garlick in a windmill, far,
	Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
	In any summer-house in Christendom.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 50><ACT 3><SCENE 1><55%>
<HOTSPUR>	<55%>
	Well, I am school'd; good manners be your speed!
	Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 51><ACT 3><SCENE 1><56%>
<HOTSPUR>	<56%>
	Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 52><ACT 3><SCENE 1><56%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;
	And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
	By'r lady, he's a good musician.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 53><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	I had rather hear Lady, my brach, how! in Irish.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 54><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	No.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 55><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 56><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	To the Welsh lady's bed.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 57><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	Peace! she sings.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 58><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 59><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	Not yours, 'in good sooth!' Heart! you swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, 'in good sooth;' and, 'as true as I live;' and, 'as God shall mend me;' and, 'as sure as day:'
	And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
	As if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury.
	Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
	A good mouth-filling oath; and leave 'in sooth,'
	And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
	To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
	Come, sing.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 60><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<HOTSPUR>	<57%>
	'Tis the next way to turn tailor or be red-breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 61><ACT 4><SCENE 1><70%>
<HOTSPUR>	<70%>
	Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth
	In this fine age were not thought flattery,
	Such attribution should the Douglas have,
	As not a soldier of this season's stamp
	Should go so general current through the world.
	By God, I cannot flatter; do defy
	The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
	In my heart's love hath no man than yourself.
	Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 62><ACT 4><SCENE 1><70%>
<HOTSPUR>	<70%>
	Do so, and 'tis well.

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter a Messenger, with letters.>
</STAGE DIR>
	What letters hast thou there? <STAGE DIR>
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 63><ACT 4><SCENE 1><70%>
<HOTSPUR>	<71%>
	Letters from him! why comes he not himself?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 64><ACT 4><SCENE 1><70%>
<HOTSPUR>	<71%>
	'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick
	In such a justling time? Who leads his power?
	Under whose government come they along?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 65><ACT 4><SCENE 1><71%>
<HOTSPUR>	<71%>
	Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect
	The very life-blood of our enterprise;
	'Tis catching hither, even to our camp,
	He writes me here, that inward sickness—
	And that his friends by deputation could not
	So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet
	To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
	On any soul remov'd but on his own.
	Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
	That with our small conjunction we should on,
	To see how fortune is dispos'd to us;
	For, as he writes, there is no quailing now,
	Because the king is certainly possess'd
	Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 66><ACT 4><SCENE 1><71%>
<HOTSPUR>	<71%>
	A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:
	And yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want
	Seems more than we shall find it. Were it good
	To set the exact wealth of all our states
	All at one cast? to set so rich a main
	On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
	It were not good; for therein should we read
	The very bottom and the soul of hope,
	The very list, the very utmost bound
	Of all our fortunes.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 67><ACT 4><SCENE 1><72%>
<HOTSPUR>	<72%>
	A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
	If that the devil and mischance look big
	Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 68><ACT 4><SCENE 1><72%>
<HOTSPUR>	<72%>
	You strain too far.
	I rather of his absence make this use:
	It lends a lustre and more great opinion,
	A larger dare to our great enterprise,
	Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
	If we without his help, can make a head
	To push against the kingdom, with his help
	We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.
	Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 69><ACT 4><SCENE 1><73%>
<HOTSPUR>	<73%>
	My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 70><ACT 4><SCENE 1><73%>
<HOTSPUR>	<73%>
	No harm: what more?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 71><ACT 4><SCENE 1><73%>
<HOTSPUR>	<73%>
	He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,
	The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,
	And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,
	And bid it pass?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 72><ACT 4><SCENE 1><73%>
<HOTSPUR>	<74%>
	No more, no more: worse than the sun in March
	This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come;
	They come like sacrifices in their trim,
	And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war
	All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
	The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
	Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
	To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
	And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,
	Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
	Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:
	Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
	Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
	O! that Glendower were come.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 73><ACT 4><SCENE 1><74%>
<HOTSPUR>	<74%>
	What may the king's whole battle reach unto?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 74><ACT 4><SCENE 1><74%>
<HOTSPUR>	<74%>
	Forty let it be:
	My father and Glendower being both away,
	The powers of us may serve so great a day.
	Come, let us take a muster speedily:
	Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 75><ACT 4><SCENE 3><77%>
<HOTSPUR>	<77%>
	We'll fight with him to-night.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 76><ACT 4><SCENE 3><77%>
<HOTSPUR>	<77%>
	Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 77><ACT 4><SCENE 3><77%>
<HOTSPUR>	<77%>
	His is certain, ours is doubtful.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 78><ACT 4><SCENE 3><78%>
<HOTSPUR>	<78%>
	To-night, say I.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 79><ACT 4><SCENE 3><78%>
<HOTSPUR>	<78%>
	So are the horses of the enemy
	In general, journey-bated and brought low:
	The better part of ours are full of rest.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 80><ACT 4><SCENE 3><78%>
<HOTSPUR>	<78%>
	Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God
	You were of our determination!
	Some of us love you well; and even those some
	Envy your great deservings and good name,
	Because you are not of our quality,
	But stand against us like an enemy.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 81><ACT 4><SCENE 3><79%>
<HOTSPUR>	<79%>
	The king is kind; and well we know the king
	Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
	My father and my uncle and myself
	Did give him that same royalty he wears;
	And when he was not six-and-twenty strong,
	Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
	A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
	My father gave him welcome to the shore;
	And when he heard him swear and vow to God
	He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
	To sue his livery and beg his peace,
	With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,
	My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd,
	Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.
	Now when the lords and barons of the realm
	Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him,
	The more and less came in with cap and knee;
	Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
	Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
	Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
	Gave him their heirs as pages, follow'd him
	Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
	He presently, as greatness knows itself,
	Steps me a little higher than his vow
	Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
	Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;
	And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
	Some certain edicts and some strait decrees
	That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,
	Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
	Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,
	This seeming brow of justice, did he win
	The hearts of all that he did angle for;
	Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
	Of all the favourites that the absent king
	In deputation left behind him here,
	When he was personal in the Irish war.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 82><ACT 4><SCENE 3><80%>
<HOTSPUR>	<80%>
	Then to the point.
	In short time after, he depos'd the king;
	Soon after that, depriv'd him of his life;
	And, in the neck of that, task'd the whole state;
	To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March—
	Who is, if every owner were well plac'd,
	Indeed his king—to be engag'd in Wales,
	There without ransom to lie forfeited;
	Disgrac'd me in my happy victories;
	Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
	Rated my uncle from the council-board;
	In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
	Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong;
	And in conclusion drove us to seek out
	This head of safety; and withal to pry
	Into his title, the which we find
	Too indirect for long continuance.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 83><ACT 4><SCENE 3><80%>
<HOTSPUR>	<81%>
	Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.
	Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
	Some surety for a safe return again,
	And in the morning early shall my uncle
	Bring him our purposes; and so farewell.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 84><ACT 4><SCENE 3><81%>
<HOTSPUR>	<81%>
	And may be so we shall.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 85><ACT 5><SCENE 2><87%>
<HOTSPUR>	<88%>
	My uncle is return'd: deliver up
	My Lord of Westmoreland. Uncle, what news?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 86><ACT 5><SCENE 2><87%>
<HOTSPUR>	<88%>
	Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 87><ACT 5><SCENE 2><88%>
<HOTSPUR>	<88%>
	Did you beg any? God forbid!
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 88><ACT 5><SCENE 2><88%>
<HOTSPUR>	<88%>
	O! would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
	And that no man might draw short breath to-day
	But I and Harry Monmouth. Tell me, tell me,
	How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 89><ACT 5><SCENE 2><89%>
<HOTSPUR>	<89%>
	Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
	On his follies: never did I hear
	Of any prince so wild a libertine.
	But be he as he will, yet once ere night
	I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
	That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
	Arm, arm, with speed! And, fellows, soldiers, friends,
	Better consider what you have to do,
	Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
	Can lift your blood up with persuasion.

</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 90><ACT 5><SCENE 2><89%>
<HOTSPUR>	<89%>
	I cannot read them now.
	O gentlemen! the time of life is short;
	To spend that shortness basely were too long,
	If life did ride upon a dial's point,
	Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
	An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
	If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
	Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
	When the intent of bearing them is just.

</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 91><ACT 5><SCENE 2><89%>
<HOTSPUR>	<90%>
	I thank him that he cuts me from my tale,
	For I profess not talking. Only this,—
	Let each man do his best: and here draw I
	A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
	With the best blood that I can meet withal
	In the adventure of this perilous day.
	Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
	Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
	And by that music let us all embrace;
	For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
	A second time do such a courtesy.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 92><ACT 5><SCENE 3><90%>
<HOTSPUR>	<91%>
	O, Douglas! hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
	I never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 93><ACT 5><SCENE 3><90%>
<HOTSPUR>	<91%>
	Where?
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 94><ACT 5><SCENE 3><90%>
<HOTSPUR>	<91%>
	This, Douglas! no; I know this face full well;
	A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
	Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 95><ACT 5><SCENE 3><91%>
<HOTSPUR>	<91%>
	The king hath many marching in his coats.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 96><ACT 5><SCENE 3><91%>
<HOTSPUR>	<91%>
	Up, and away!
	Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 97><ACT 5><SCENE 4><94%>
<HOTSPUR>	<94%>
	If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 98><ACT 5><SCENE 4><94%>
<HOTSPUR>	<95%>
	My name is Harry Percy.
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 99><ACT 5><SCENE 4><94%>
<HOTSPUR>	<95%>
	Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
	To end the one of us; and would to God
	Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 100><ACT 5><SCENE 4><95%>
<HOTSPUR>	<95%>
	I can no longer brook thy vanities.
<STAGE DIR>
<They fight.>
</STAGE DIR>

</HOTSPUR>

<SPEECH 101><ACT 5><SCENE 4><95%>
<HOTSPUR>	<95%>
	O, Harry! thou hast robb'd me of my youth.
	I better brook the loss of brittle life
	Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
	They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh:
	But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
	And time, that takes survey of all the world,
	Must have a stop. O! I could prophesy,
	But that the earthy and cold hand of death
	Lies on my tongue. No, Percy, thou art dust,
	And food for—
</HOTSPUR>

