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Wor. Peace, Cousin, say no more.
Hot. If he fall in, good night. Or fink or swim,
North. Imagination of some great exploit Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
Hot. By heav'n, 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 fellow ihip!
Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here, But not the form of what he should attend. Good Coufin, give me audience for a while,
Hot. I cry you mercy,
Wor. Those fame noble Scots,
Hot. I'll keep them all.
Wor. You start away,
Hot. I will; that's flat:
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
Wor. Hear you, cousin, a word.
Hot. All Studies here I folemnly defy,
Wor. Farewel, my kinsman; I will talk to you,
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 whipt and scourg'd
with rods, Nettled, and ftung with pismires, when I hear Of this vile politician Bolingbroke: In Richard's time-what do you call the place ?A plague upon't !-it is in Glo'stershire 'Twas where the mad-cap Duke his uncle keptHis uncle York—where I first bow'd
knee Unto this King of Smiles, this Bolingbroke : When
and he came back from Ravenspurg. North. At Berkley castle.
Hot. You say true :
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again.
Hot. I have done, i'faith.
Hot. York, is't not?
Wor. True, who bears hard
Hot. I smell it: on my life, it will do well,
Hot. It cannot chuse but be a noble Plot;
Wor, So they shall.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed
Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him.
Wor. Coulin, farewel. No further go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course ;
When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
you and Dowglas, and our Pow'rs at once, (As I will falhon it) shall happily meet, To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, Which now we hold at much uncertainty. truft.
North. Farewel, good brother; we shall thrive, I
Hot. Uncle, adieu: O let the hours be short, 'Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport!
A CT II.
An Inn at Rochester.
Enter a Carrier with a Lanthorn in his Hand,
hang'd. Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packt. What, oftler ?
0j. [within.] Anon, anon.
i Car. I prythee, Tom, beat Cutt's saddle, put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers, out of all cess.
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 house is turn'd upside down, fince Robin Oller dy'd.
i Car. Poor fellow never joy'd since the price of oats rose, it was the death of him.
Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas: I am ftung like a Tench. i Car. Like a Tench? by th' Mass, there's ne'er a
King in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.
2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jourdan, and then we leak in your chimney: and your chamber-lie breds fleas like a Loach.
i 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 deliver'd as far as Charing-cross.
i Car. 'Odsbody, the Turkies in my panniers are quite ftarv'd. What, oftler? a plague on thee! haft thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? an ’twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Come and be hang'd, haft no faith in thee?
Enter Gads-hill. Gads. Good-morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ? Car. I think, it be two o'clock.
Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lanthorn, to see my gelding in the stable.
I Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick-worth two of that, i'faith.
Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thine.
2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell? lend me thy lanthorn, quoth a! marry, I'll see thee hang'd first.
Gads, Sirrah, carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?:
2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a Candle, I warrant thee,
Come, neighbour Mugges, we'll call up the gentlemen ; they will along with Company, for they have great Charge. (Exeunt Carriers.
SC EN E II.
Gads. WChain. At hand,