indirectly, as I said;
And I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love
and your high majesty.
SIR WALTER BLUNT
The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
To such a person
and in such a place,
At such a time, with all the rest retold,
May reasonably die and never rise
To do him
wrong or any way impeach
What then he said, so he unsay it now.
KING HENRY IV
Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
But with proviso and exception,
That we at our own charge shall
His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
of those that he did lead to fight
Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower,
Whose daughter, as
we hear, the Earl of March
Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then,
Be emptied to redeem a traitor
Shall we but treason? and indent with fears,
When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
on the barren mountains let him starve;
For I shall never hold that man my friend
Whose tongue shall ask
me for one penny cost
To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
But by the chance of war; to prove that true
no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took
the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
In single opposition, hand to hand,
He did confound the best part of an
In changing hardiment with great Glendower:
Three times they breathed and three times did
Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
among the trembling reeds,
And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Bloodstained with these valiant
Never did base and rotten policy
Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Nor could the
Receive so many, and all willingly:
Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.
KING HENRY IV
Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;
He never did encounter with Glendower:
I tell thee,
durst as well have met the devil alone
As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Art thou not ashamed? But,
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer:
Send me your prisoners with the speediest
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,
licence your departure with your son.
Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train
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.
What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:
Here comes your uncle.
Speak of Mortimer!
'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
Want mercy, if I do not join with him:
on his part I'll empty all these veins,
And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
But I will lift the
As high in the air as this unthankful king,
As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
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