| ACT II SCENE III | Warkworth castle. | 
| [Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter] | 
| HOTSPUR | '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 respect of the love he bears our house: | 
|  | he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than | 5 | 
|  | he loves our house. Let me see some more. '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 | 10 | 
|  | purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you | 
|  | have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and | 
|  | your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so | 
|  | great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say | 
|  | unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and | 15 | 
|  | 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 | 20 | 
|  | this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the | 
|  | general course of action. 'Zounds, an 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? | 25 | 
|  | 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 | 30 | 
|  | 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 honourable an action! Hang him! | 
|  | let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set | 35 | 
|  | forward to-night. | 
[Enter LADY PERCY] | |  | How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours. | 
| LADY PERCY | O, my good lord, why are you thus alone? | 
|  | For what offence have I this fortnight been | 
|  | A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? | 40 | 
|  | 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; | 45 | 
|  | And given my treasures and my rights of thee | 
|  | To thick-eyed musing and cursed 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; | 50 | 
|  | 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, | 55 | 
|  | 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; | 60 | 
|  | 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. | 65 | 
| HOTSPUR | What, ho! | 
[Enter Servant] | |  | Is Gilliams with the packet gone? | 
| Servant | He is, my lord, an hour ago. | 
| HOTSPUR | Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? | 
| Servant | One horse, my lord, he brought even now. | 70 | 
| HOTSPUR | What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? | 
| Servant | It is, my lord. | 
| HOTSPUR | That roan shall by my throne. | 
|  | Well, I will back him straight: O esperance! | 
|  | Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. | 75 | 
| [Exit Servant] | 
| LADY PERCY | But hear you, my lord. | 
| HOTSPUR | What say'st thou, my lady? | 
| LADY PERCY | What is it carries you away? | 
| HOTSPUR | Why, my horse, my love, my horse. | 
| LADY PERCY | Out, you mad-headed ape! | 80 | 
|  | 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 | 85 | 
|  | To line his enterprise: but if you go,-- | 
| HOTSPUR | So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. | 
| LADY PERCY | Come, come, you paraquito, answer me | 
|  | Directly unto this question that I ask: | 
|  | In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, | 90 | 
|  | An if thou wilt not tell me all things true. | 
| HOTSPUR | 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: | 95 | 
|  | 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 would'st thou | 
|  | have with me? | 
| LADY PERCY | Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? | 100 | 
|  | 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. | 
| HOTSPUR | Come, wilt thou see me ride? | 
|  | And when I am on horseback, I will swear | 105 | 
|  | 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. | 110 | 
|  | 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; | 115 | 
|  | And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate. | 
| LADY PERCY | How! so far? | 
| HOTSPUR | 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. | 120 | 
|  | Will this content you, Kate? | 
| LADY PERCY | It must of force. | 
| [Exeunt] |