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- King Henry the Fourth, I. i
Upon mine honour, for a silken point
I'll give my barony: never talk of it.
North. Why should the gentleman that rode by
Travers
Give then such instances of loss?
L.Bard. Who, he? 56
He was some hilding fellow that had stolen
The horse he rode on, and, upon my life,
Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
Enter Morton.
North. Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf, 60
Foretells the nature of a tragic volume:
So looks the strond, whereon the imperious flood
Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury? 64
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask
To fright our party.
North. How doth my son, and brother?
Thou tremblest, and the whiteness in thy cheek 68
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, 72
And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd;
But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue,
And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.
This thou wouldst say, 'Your son did thus and thus ; 76
Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas';
Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds:
But in the end, to stop mine ear indeed,
Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise, 80
53 point : lacing, garter 57 hilding: worthless
62 strond: shore 63 witness'd usurpation : traces of its usurpation69 apter : more ready
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