And, uncle Worcester a plague upon it! Glend. No, here it is; Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good coufin Hot-pur: Doth speak of you, his cheeks look pale; and with Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Glend. I blame him not: at my Nativity, The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes, Of burning Creffets; know, that, at my birth, The frame and the foundation of the earth Shook like a coward. Hot. So it wou'd have done At the fame feafon, if your mother's cat Had kitten'd, though your felf had ne'er been born. Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did tremble. Hot. O, then the earth fhook to see the heav'ns on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Difeafed Nature oftentimes breaks forth In ftrange eruptions; and the teeming earth By the imprifoning of unruly wind Within her womb, which, for enlargement ftriving," Glend. Coufin, of many men I do not bear these croffings: give me leave Thefe These figns have mark'd me extraordinary, That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland, Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Welsh. Mort. Peace, coufin Percy; you will make him mad. Glend. I can call Spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, fo can I, or so can any man: But, will they come when you do call for them? Glend. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil, Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to fhame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth and shame the devil.If thou haft pow'r to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be fworn, I've pow'r to fhame him hence. Oh, 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 pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent Him bootlefs home, and weather-beaten back. Hot. Home, without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name? Glend. Come, here's the Map: Shall we divide our According to our threefold order ta'en? Mort. Th' Archdeacon hath divided it England, from Trent, and Severn hitherte, And And our Indentures tripartite are drawn: And my good lord of Worcester, will fet forth, My father Glendower is not ready yet, Nor fhall we need his help these fourteen days: From whom you now muft fteal, and take no leave; f Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here, In quantity equals not one of yours: See, how this river comes me crankling in, It shall not wind with fuch a deep indent, Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it muft; you fee, it doth. Mort. But mark, he bears his course, and runs me up With like advantage on the other fide, Gelding th' oppofed continent as much, Wor. Yes, but a little charge will trench him here, And on this north-fide win this cape And then he runs ftrait and even. of land, Hot. I'll have it fo, a little charge will do it. Hot. Will not you ? Glend. No, nor you shall not. Glend. Why, that will L. ? Hot. Hot. Let me not understand you then, Speak it in Welb.. Glend. I can fpeak English, lord, as well as you, And gave the tongue a helpful ornament ; A virtue, that was never seen in you. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart. Than one of these fame meeter-ballad-mongers; Hot. I do not care; I'll give thrice so much land To any well-deferving friend; But in the way of bargain, mark ye mé, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Are the indentures drawn? fhall we be gone? Glend. The moon fhines fair, you may away by night: (I'll hafte the writer) and withal, Break with your Wives of your departure hence: So much the doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit. Mort. Fie, coufin Percy, how you crofs my father A clipt-wing Griffin, and a moulting Raven; But But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious Worfe than a fmoaky houfe. I'd rather live at ude" dam try Might fo have tempted him as you have done, Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame, You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault; Hot. Well, I am school'd: good manners be your fpeed! ન Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Enter Glendower, with the ladies, de plusi Mort. This is the deadly fpight that angers me, My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps, fhe will not part with you, ༣ } She'll |