What I have done my safety urged me to;
And I embrace this fortune patiently,
Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.

I told him gently of our grievances,
Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
With haughty arms this hateful name in us.

There is no seeming mercy in the king.

The king will bid you battle presently.

Then are we all undone.
It is not possible, it cannot be,
The king should keep his word in loving us;
He will suspect us still and find a time
To punish this offence in other faults:
Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
For treason is ...

O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
The liberal and kind offer of the king.

It pleased your majesty to turn your looks
Of favour from myself and all our house;
And yet I must remember you, my lord,
We were the first and dearest of your friends.
For you my staff of office did I break
In Richard's time; and posted day and ...

Hear me, my liege:
For mine own part, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life
With quiet hours; for I do protest,
I have not sought the day of this dislike.

The number of the king exceedeth ours:
For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.

Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.

It may not be.

But yet I would your father had been here.
The quality and hair of our attempt
Brooks no division: it will be thought
By some, that know not why he is away,
That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike
Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:
And think how such ...

Your father's sickness is a maim to us.

I would the state of time had first been whole
Ere he by sickness had been visited:
His health was never better worth than now.

I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?

In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
And since your coming hither have done enough
To put him quite beside his patience.
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,--
And that's the dearest grace it renders you,--
Yet oftentimes ...

Yea, but a little charge will trench him here
And on this north side win this cape of land;
And then he runs straight and even.

Cousin, farewell: no further go in this
Than I by letters shall direct your course.
When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;
Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
To bear ...

And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
To save our heads by raising of a head;
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
The king will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home ...

And so they shall.

True; who bears hard
His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
I speak not this in estimation,
As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted and set down,
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it ...

Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
Which I shall send you written, be assured,
Will easily be granted. You, my lord,
To Northumberland
Your son in ...

Nay, if you have not, to it again;
We will stay your leisure.

Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you
When you are better temper'd to attend.

Hear you, cousin; a word.

You start away
And lend no ear unto my purposes.
Those prisoners you shall keep.

Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners,--

He apprehends a world of figures here,
But not the form of what he should attend.
Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

Peace, cousin, say no more:
And now I will unclasp a secret book,
And to your quick-conceiving discontents
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,
As full of peril and adventurous spirit
As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.

And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth
Live scandalized and foully spoken of.

I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd
By Richard that dead is the next of blood?

Who struck this heat up after I was gone?

Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
And that same greatness too which our own hands
Have holp to make so portly.