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324 "I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the North; he that kills me some six or seven dozens of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife—Fy upon this quiet life! I want work. O my sweet Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-day? Give my roan horse a drench, says he; and answers, Some fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, a trifle." This scene, in which we see the real domestic life of Percy and his wife, is as delightful as it is succinct a scene in which she checks the boisterous hero with the boldest words :
 * "Lady Percy. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me

Directly unto this question that I ask :

In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,

An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.


 * Hotspur. Away,

Away, you trifler ! Love? I love thee not,

I care not for thee, Kate : this is no world

To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips :

We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,

And pass them current too.—Gods me, my horse !—

What say'st thou, Kate? what wouldst thou have with me?


 * Lady Percy. Do you not love me? do you 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 you speak in jest or no.


 * Hotspur. Come, wilt thou see me ride ?

And when I am o' horseback, I will swear

I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate ;

I must not have you henceforth question me

Whither I go, nor reason whereabout :