Hot. I have done, i' faith.[2210]
Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,260
And make the Douglas' son your only mean[2211]
For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
Which I shall send you written, be assured,
Will easily be granted. You, my lord,[2212] [To Northumberland.
Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,265
Shall secretly into the bosom creep[2213]
Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
The archbishop.
Hot. Of York, is it not?[2214]
Wor. True; who bears hard270
His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.[2215]
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 face275
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
Hot. I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.[2216]
North. Before the game is a-foot, thou still let'st slip.[2217]
Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot:[2218]
And then the power of Scotland and of York,280
To join with Mortimer, ha?
Wor. And so they shall.[2219]
Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
To save our heads by raising of a head;
For, bear ourselves as even as we can,285
The king will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,[2220]
Till he hath found a time to pay us home:[2221]
And see already how he doth begin[2222]
To make us strangers to his looks of love.290