Come, sing.
Lady P. I will not sing.
Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor or be
red-breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn,
I'll away within these two hours; and so, come
in when ye will. Exit.
Glend. Come, come. Lord Mortimer; you are as slow
As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go. 268
By this our book is drawn; we will but seal,
And then to horse immediately.
Mort. With all my heart. Exeunt.
Scene Two
[London. The Palace]
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, and others.
King. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I
Must have some private conference: but be near at hand,
For we shall presently have need of you.
Exeunt Lords.
I know not whether God will have it so, 4
For some displeasing service I have done,
That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
But thou dost in thy passages of life 8
Make me believe that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate and low desires, 12
263 tailor; cf. n.
264 red-breast teacher: trainer of singing-birds
1 give . . . leave: leave us
3 presently: immediately
6 doom: judgment
8 thy passages of life: the actions of thy life
