Complete Works (Modern Library)

by William Shakespeare

I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir71 About his title,72 and hath sent for you To line73 his enterprise. But if you go— HOTSPUR So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. 75 LADY PERCY Come, come, you paraquito,75 answer me Directly unto this question that I shall ask: Indeed, I’ll break thy little finger,77 Harry, If thou wilt not tell me true. HOTSPUR Away, 80 Away, you trifler!80 Love? I love thee not. I care not for thee, Kate. This is no world To play with mammets82 and to tilt with lips. We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns,83 And pass them current84 too.— God’s me, my horse! 85 What say’st thou, Kate? What wouldst thou have with me? LADY PERCY Do ye not love me? Do ye not, indeed? Well, do not then, for since you love me not, I will not love myself. Do you not love me? Nay, tell me if thou speak’st in jest or no. 90 HOTSPUR Come, wilt thou see me ride? And when I am a-horseback, I will swear I love thee infinitely.