Hot. Lord Mortimer, and coufin Glendower,
Will you fit down?

And, uncle Worcester a plague upon it!
I have forgot the map.

Glend. No, here it is;

Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good cousin Hot-spur:
For, by that name, as oft as Lancaster

Doth fpeak of you, his cheek looks pale; and with
A rifing figh, he wifheth 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 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 feason, if your mother's cat

Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. Glend. I fay, the earth did shake when I was born. Hot. I fay, the earth then was not of my mind;

If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it fhook.

Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did tremble.

[fire,

Hot. O, then the earth shook to fee the heav'ns on And not in fear of your nativity.

Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth

In ftrange 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 mofs-grown fteeples. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature,
In paffion fhook.

Glend. Coufin, of many men

I do not bear these croffings: give me leave
To tell you once again, that at my birth

The

The front of heav'n was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were ftrangely clam'rous in the frighted fields:
These figns 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 fea

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 fon,

Can trace me in the tedious ways

of art, Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think, there is no man fpeaks better Welsh. I'll to dinner

Mort. Peace, coufin 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 thee to command the devil. Het. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth and fhame 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. Gome, come!

No more of this unprofitable chat.

[head Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made Againft 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? [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

All weftward, Wales, beyond the Severn fhore,
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 fealed interchangeably,
(A business, that this night may execute)
To-morrow, coufin Percy, you and I,

And my good lord of Worcester, will fet forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish Power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.

My father Glendower is not ready yet,

Nor fhall we need his help these fourteen days: Within that space, you may have drawn together Your tenants, friends, and neigbouring gentlemen. Glend. A fhorter 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 fhed,

Upon the parting of your wives and you.

[here, 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 monftrous cantle out.
I'll have the Current in this place damm'd up:
And here the fmug and filver Trent shall run
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

It fhall not wind with such a deep indent,
To rob me of fo rich a bottom here.

Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it must; you fee, 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 fide it takes from you.

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

Hot.

Hot. I'll have it fo, a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Hot. Will not you?

Glend. No, nor you

fhall not.

Hot. Who fhall fay me nay?

Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not understand you then, Speak it in Welsh.

Glend. I can fpeak 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 feen in you.

Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart, I had rather be a kitten, and cry, mew!

Than one of thefe fame 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 fet my teeth on edge,
Nothing fo much as mincing Poetry;

'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd:

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? fhall we be gone?

Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by night:

(I'll hafte the writer) and withal,

Break with your Wives of your departure hence:

I am afraid my daughter will run mad;

So much the doteth on her Mortimer.

SCENE

[Exit.

II.

Mort. Hot. I cannot chufe; fometime he a

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father?

angers me, With

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 fuch a deal of fkimble-fkamble ftuff,
As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,
He held me the laft night at least nine hours,
In reck'ning up the feveral 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:

Worfe than a fmoky 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 fummer-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 fhall I tell you, cousin?
He holds your temper in a high refpect,
And curbs himself, even of his natural fcope.
When you do crofs his humour; 'faith, he does.
I warrant you, that man is not alive

Might fo have tempted him as you have done,
Without the tafte of danger and reproof,

But do not use it oft, let me intreat you. 1

Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame,
And, fince your coming here, have done enough
To put him quite befides his patience:

You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault;
Though fometimes it fhews greatnefs, courage, blood,
(And that's the deareft grace it renders you ;)
Yet oftentimes it doth prefent harfh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain:
The leaft of which, hunting a Nobleman,

Lofeth