Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...by Lady MorTImer. Hot. Come, Kate, I 'll have your song too. Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth. Hot. Not yours, 'in good sooth!' Heart! you swear like a comfit-maker's wife. Not you, 'in good sooth;' and, 'as true as I live;' and, 'as God shall mend me;' and, 'as sure as day: ' And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, As if thou never walk'dst further than Finsbury. Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath; and leave 'in sooth, ' And such protest of pepper-gingerbread, To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens. Come, sing. Lady P. I will not sing. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor or be redbreast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I 'll away within these two hours; and so come in when ye will. Exit. A Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go. By this our book is drawn; we will but seal, And then to horse immediately. Mort. With all my heart. Exeunt. SCENE II.--London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King Henry, the Prince, and Lords. K. Hen. 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, 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 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, Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, Such barren pleasures, rude society, As thou art match'd withal and grafted to, Accompany the greatness of thy blood And hold their level with thy princely heart? Prince. So p...