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Hot. Lord Mortimer, and coufin Glendower,
Will you sit down?
And, uncle Worcester ----a plague upon
I have forgot the map.

Glend. No, here it is ;
Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hot-spur:
For, by that name, as oft as Lancaster
Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and with
A rising figh, he wilbeth you in heav'n.

Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I blame him not: at my Nativity,
The front of heav'n was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning Cressets; 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 same feafon, if your mother's cat
Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.

Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born.

Hot. I say, the earth then was not of my mind;
If you suppose, as fearing you, it fhook.
Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did

Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heav'ns on
And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions; and the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vext,
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
High tow'rs and moss-grown steeples. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature,
In pafsion shook.

Glend. Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings : give me leave
To tell you once again, that at my birth


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The front of heav'n was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clam'rous in the frighted fields:
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do fhew,
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living, clipt in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland,
Who calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
Can trace me in the tedious

Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Welsh.
I'll 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 fo can any man:
But, will they come when you do call for thein ?

Glend. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil.

Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil,
By telling truth; Tell truth and frame the devil.
If thou haft pow'r to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn , I've pow'r to shame 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 Boling broke made
Against my pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye,
And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent
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? (Right,

Glend. Come, here's the Map: Shall we divide our
According to our threefold order ta’en?

Mort. Th’ Archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally :
England, from Trent, and Severn hitherto,
By south and caft, is to my part affign'd:



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All westward, Wales , beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower; and, dear Coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our Indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being sealed interchangeably,
(A business, that this night may execute)
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I,
And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish Power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,
Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days :
Within that space, you may have drawn together
Your tenants, friends, and neigbouring gentlemen.

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords : And in

conduct shall


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


Hot. Methinks, my portion, north from Burton
In quantity equals not one of yours:
See, how this river comes me crankling in,
And cuts me, from the best of all

my land,
A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
I'll have the Current in this place damm'd up:
And here the smug and filver Trent shall run
In a new channel, fair and evenly:
It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth.

Mort. But mark, he bears his course, and runs me up With like advantage on the other side, Gelding th' opposed continent as much, As on the other side it takes from you.'.

Wor. Yes, but a little charge will trench him here, And on this north-side win this cape of land, And then he runs straight and even.


Hot. I'll have it so, a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.
Hot. Will not you?
Glend. No, nor you

shall not.
Hot. Who shall say me nay?
Glend. Why, that will I.
Hot. Let me not understand


Speak it in Welsh.

Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you,
For I was train'd up in the English Court:
Where, being young, I framed to the harp
Many an English Ditty, lovely well,
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,
I had rather be a kitten, and
Than one of these same meeter-ballad-mongers ;
I'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree,
And that would nothing set my teeth on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing Poetry ;
'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.

Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'dı

Hot. I do not care; I'll give thrice so much land
To any well-deserving friend;
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?

Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by night:
(I'll haste the writer) and withal,
Break with your Wives of your departure hence:
I am afraid my daughter will run mad;
So much she doteth on her Mortimer,


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IE, cousin Percy, how you cross my father?
Hot. I cannot chuse; sometime he angers me,



With telling of the Moldwarp and the Ant,
Of dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies;
And of a dragon, and a finless fish,
A clipt-wing Griffin, and a moulting raven;
A couching Lion, and a ramping Cat;
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff,
puts me from

faith. I tell


He held me the last night at leaft nine hours,
In reck’ning up the several devils names,
That were his lackeys: I cry'd, hum.--and well,
But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As a tir'd horse, or as a railing wife :
Worse than a smoky house. I'd rather live
With cheese and garlic, in a windmil, far;
Than feed on cates, and have them talk to me,
In any.summer-house'in christendom,

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman
Exceedingly well read, and profited
In flrange concealments; valiant as a Lion;
And wond'rous affable; as bountiful
As Mines of India': shall I tell you, cousin?.
He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs himself, even of his natural scope.
When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does.
I warrant you, that man is not alive
Might so have tempted him as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof.
But do not use it oft, let me intreat you.

Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame,
And, fince your coming here, have done enough
To put bim quite besides his patience:
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault;
Though sometimes it shews greatness, courage, blood,
(And that's the dearest grace it renders you ;)
Yet oftentimes it doth presenti harsh rage,
Defeat of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
The least of which, hunting a Nobleman,


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