_Hot._ Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear[2714][2715] like a comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and[2716] 'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and 'as[2717] 250 sure as day,'[2714] And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.[2718] Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,' 255 And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,[2719] To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens. Come, sing. _Lady P._ I will not sing. _Hot._ 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast[2720] 260 teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these[2721] two hours; and so, come in when ye will.[2722] [_Exit._ _Glend._ Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow[2723] As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.[2724] By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,[2725] 265 And then to horse immediately.[2725] _Mort._ With all my heart. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _London. The palace._[2726] _Enter the_ KING, PRINCE of WALES, _and others_. _King._ Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I[2727] Must have some private conference: but be near at hand,[2727][2728] For we shall presently have need of you. [_Exeunt Lords._ I know not whether God will have it so,[2729] For some displeasing service I have done, 5 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[2730] Make me believe that thou art only mark'd For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven 10 To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else, Could such inordinate and low desires, Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,[2731] Such barren pleasures, rude society, As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,[2732] 15 Accompany the greatness of thy blood And hold their level with thy princely heart? _Prince._ So please your majesty, I would I could[2733] Quit all offences with as clear excuse As well as I am doubtless I can purge 20 Myself of many I am charged withal: Yet such extenuation let me beg, As, in reproof of many tales devised,[2734] Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers, 25 I may, for some things true, wherein my youth Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, Find pardon on my true submission.