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Wor. Nay, if you have not, to 't again;

We'll stay your leisure.

Hot.I have done, i' faith.

Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners,

Deliver them up without their ransom straight,

And make the Douglas' son your only mean

For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons

Which I shall send you written, be assur'd,

Will easily be granted. [To Northumberland.] You, my lord,

Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,

Shall secretly into the bosom creep

Of that same noble prelate well belov'd,

The Archbishop.

Hot. Of York, is it not?

Wor. True; who bears hard

His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.

I speak not this in estimation,

As what I think might be, but what I know

Is ruminated, plotted and set down;

And only stays but to behold the face

Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

Hot. I smell it.

Upon my life it will do wondrous well.

North. Before the game's afoot thou still lett'st slip.

Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot:

And then the power of Scotland and of York,

To join with Mortimer, ha?

Wor.And so they shall.

Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,

 258 stay: await

271 Scroop; cf. n.

272 estimation: conjecture

279 still: always

lett'st slip: art letting the hounds loose from the leash 