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LADY PERCY
Then be still.

HOTSPUR
Neither! ’Tis a woman’s fault.

LADY PERCY
Now God help thee!

HOTSPUR
To the Welsh lady’s bed. [240]

LADY PERCY
What’s that?

HOTSPUR
Peace! she sings.

Here the Lady sings a Welsh song.
Come, Kate, I’ll have your song too.

LADY PERCY
Not mine, in good sooth.

HOTSPUR
Not yours, in good sooth? Heart! you swear like [245] a comfit-maker’s wife.
‘Not you, in good sooth!’ and ‘as true as I live!’ and ‘as God shall mend me!’

and ‘as sure as day!’
And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths
As if thou never walk’st further than Finsbury. [250]
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,

A good mouth-filling oath, and leave ‘in sooth’
And such protest of pepper gingerbread
To velvet guards and Sunday citizens.
Come, sing. [255]