Page 698 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

And all the currents of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
And thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep, [55]
That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow

Like bubbles in a late-disturbèd stream,
And in thy face strange motions have appeared,
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these? [60]

Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.

HOTSPUR
What, ho!
[Enter a Servant.]
Is Gilliams with the packet gone?

SERVANT
He is, my lord, an hour ago.

HOTSPUR
Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? [65]

SERVANT
One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

HOTSPUR
What horse? A roan, a crop-ear, is it not?

SERVANT
It is, my lord.

HOTSPUR
That roan shall be my throne.

Well, I will back him straight. O esperancè!
Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. [70]
[Exit Servant.]