Page 678 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds [105]
And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
Bloodstainèd with these valiant combatants.

Never did bare and rotten policy
Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
Nor never could the noble Mortimer [110]
Receive so many, and all willingly.

Then let not him be slandered with revolt.

KING
Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him!
He never did encounter with Glendower.
I tell thee [115]
He durst as well have met the devil alone

As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer.

Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, [120]
Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,
We license your departure with your son. −
Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.

Exeunt King [, Blunt, and train.]

HOTSPUR
An if the devil come and roar for them, [125]
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.

NORTHUMBERLAND
What, drunk with choler? Stay, and pause a while.
Here comes your uncle.

Enter Worcester.

HOTSPUR