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Hot. By heaven methinks it were an easy leap

To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon,

Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,

And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;

So he that doth redeem her thence might wear

Without corrival all her dignities:

But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

Wor. He apprehends a world of figures here,

But not the form of what he should attend.

Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

Hot. I cry you mercy.

Wor.Those same noble Scots

That are your prisoners,—

Hot.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:

I'll keep them, by this hand.

Wor.You start away,

And lend no ear unto my purposes.

Those prisoners you shall keep.

Hot.Nay, I will; that's flat:

He said he would not ransom Mortimer;

Forbade my tongue to speak of Mortimer;

But I will find him when he lies asleep,

And in his ear I'll holla '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.

Wor. Hear you, cousin; a word.

 207 corrival: rival

208 half-fac'd: half and half

209 apprehends: imagines

figures: unpractical fancies

212 cry you mercy: beg your pardon

224 starling: a bird with remarkable powers of mimicry 