Page 682 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

HOTSPUR

I cry you mercy.

WORCESTER
Those same noble Scots
That are your prisoners −

HOTSPUR
I’ll keep them all.

By God, he shall not have a Scot of them!
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not. [215]
I’ll keep them, by this hand!

WORCESTER
You start away
And lend no ear unto my purposes.

Those prisoners you shall keep.

HOTSPUR

Nay, I will! That’s flat!
He said he would not ransom Mortimer,
Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer, [220]

But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I’ll hollo ‘Mortimer’.
Nay, I’ll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but ‘Mortimer’, and give it him
To keep his anger still in motion. [225]

WORCESTER

Hear you, cousin, a word.

HOTSPUR

All studies here I solemnly defy
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke;
And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales:

But that I think his father loves him not [230]
And would be glad he met with some mischance,