Hot. What say'st thou, my lady?
Lady. What is it carries you away?
Hot. Why, my horse, my love, my horse.[2365]
Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape![2366]
A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen[2366]75
As you are toss'd with. In faith,[2366][2367]
I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.[2366]
I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir[2366]
About his title, and hath sent for you[2366]
To line his enterprize: but if you go,—[2366]80
Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me[2368]
Directly unto this question that I ask:[2368][2369]
In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,[2368][2370]
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.[2368][2371]85
Hot. Away,[2372]
Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,[2372][2373]
I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:[2374]
We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,90
And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou have with me?[2375]
Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?[2376]
Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?95
Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.[2377]
Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?[2378]
And when I am o' horseback, I will swear[2379]
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
I must not have you henceforth question me100
Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:[2380]
Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,[2380]
This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.[2381]
I know you wise, but yet no farther wise[2382]
Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,105
But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
No lady closer; for I well believe[2383]
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.[2384]
Lady. How! so far?[2385]110