Page 683 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

I would have him poisoned with a pot of ale.

WORCESTER
Farewell, kinsman. I will talk to you
When you are better tempered to attend.

NORTHUMBERLAND
Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool [235]
Art thou to break into this woman’s mood,

Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!

HOTSPUR
Why, look you, I am whipped and scourged with rods,
Nettled, and stung with pismires when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke. [240]

In Richard’s time − what do you call the place?
A plague upon it! it is in Gloucestershire;
’Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
His uncle York − where I first bowed my knee
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke − [245]

’Sblood! − when you and he came back from Ravenspurgh −

NORTHUMBERLAND
At Berkeley Castle.

HOTSPUR
You say true.
Why, what a candy deal of courtesy

This fawning greyhound then did proffer me! [250]
‘Look when his infant fortune came to age’,
And ‘gentle Harry Percy’, and ‘kind cousin’ −
O, the devil take such cozeners! − God forgive me!
Good uncle, tell your tale, for I have done.

WORCESTER
Nay, if you have not, to it again. [255]
We will stay your leisure.