| Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! | |
| I will redeem all this on Percy's head | |
| And in the closing of some glorious day | |
| Be bold to tell you that I am your son; | |
| When I will wear a garment all of blood | |
| And stain my favours in a bloody mask, | |
| Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it: | |
| And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, | |
| That this same child of honour and renown, | |
| This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, | |
| And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet. | |
| For every honour sitting on his helm, | |
| Would they were multitudes, and on my head | |
| My shames redoubled! for the time will come, | |
| That I shall make this northern youth exchange | |
| His glorious deeds for my indignities. | |
| Percy is but my factor, good my lord, | |
| To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; | |
| And I will call him to so strict account, | |
| That he shall render every glory up, | |