Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose, as fearing you it shook. Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble. Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Diseased nature1 oftentimes breaks forth Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Glend. Cousin, of many men Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? "Diseased nature-] The poet has here taken, from the pervcrseness and contrariousness of Hotspur's temper, an opportunity of raising his character, by a very rational and philosophical confutation of superstitious error. JOHNSON. 2 - and topples down] To topple is to tumble. Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Welsh: I will to dinner. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them? Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command The devil. Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the devil.— If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Mort. Come, come, No more of this unprofitable chat. Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Bootless home, and weather-beaten back.. Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our right, According to our three-fold order ta’en ? Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, The remnant northward, lying off from Trent, power, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:Within that space, [To GLEND.] you may have drawn together Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentle men. Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords, And in my conduct shall your ladies come: From whom you now must steal, and take no leave; For there will be a world of water shed, Upon the parting of your wives and you. Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burto In quantity equals not one of yours: It shall not wind with such a deep indent, Glen. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it 3 Methinks, my moiety,] The division is here into three parts, -Amoiety was frequently used by the writers of Shakspeare's age, as a portion of any thing, though not divided into two equal parts. 4 cantle out.] A cantle is a corner, or piece of any thing. Hotspur. Trent shall not wind with such a deep indent. Glendow. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth. |