ACT III. SCENE I. Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's Houfe. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLEN DOWER. Mort. These promises are fair, the parties fure, And our induction full of profperous hope. Hot. Lord Mortimer,-and coufin Glendower,Will you fit down? And, uncle Worcester :-. I have forgot the map. Glend. -A plague upon it! No, here it is. Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good coufin Hotspur: For by that name as oft as Lancaster Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heaven. Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. -Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity, Hot. Why, fo it would have done But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. E 2 Glend. Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did trem ble. Hot. O, then the earth fhook to fee the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Difeafed nature oftentimes breaks forth In ftrange eruptions: oft the teeming earth Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Glend. Coufin, of many men I am not in the roll of common men. Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the fea That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,- 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 speaks better Welch:I will to dinner. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. Hot. Why, fo can I; or fo can any man : Glend Glend. Why, I can teach you, coufin, 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 fworn, 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 fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent him, Bootlefs 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 threefold order ta'en? Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, i My father Glendower is not eady yet, E 3 Nor Nor fhall we need his help these fourteen days Within that space, [To GLEND.] you may have drawn together Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. From whom you now must steal, and take no leave; Upon the parting of your wives and you. Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here, In quantity equals not one of yours: See, how this river comes me cranking in, It shall not wind with such a deep indent, To rob me of fo rich a bottom here. Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it muft; you fee, it doth. But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up Gelding the opposed continent as much, Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here, And then he runs ftraight and even. Hot. I'll have it fo; a little charge will do it. Hot. Glend. No, nor you shall not. Will not you? Who fhall fay me nay? Glend, Glend. Why, that will I. Hot. Speak it in Welch. Let me not understand you then, Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; Where, being but young, I framed to the harp And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of't with all my heart; 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a fhuffling nag. Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. 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 me, 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: I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, cross my [Exit. father! So much the doteth on her Mortimer. A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, |