Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good coufin 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.

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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 seafon 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 shook. [tremble.
Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did
Hot. O, then the earth fhook 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 vex'd,

de By the imprifoning of unruly wind

[fire,

"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 thefe croffings: give me leave
To tell you once again, that at my birth
"The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes ;

The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
"Were strangely clam'rous in the frighted fields:
Thefe 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,
Who calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's fon,

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Hot. I think there is no man fpeaks better Welch^ If to dinner, DAS 1197 İLE WG: 16 tad mor Mort. Peace, coufin Percy, you will make him mad, Glend. I can call fpirits from the vafty deep. - £ Hot. Why, fo can I, or fo can any man' But will they come when you do call for them?ð „F Glend. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil. Hot. And I can teach thee, coź, to shame the devil. By telling truth; Tell truth, and fhame the devil. If thou haft pow'r to raife him, bring him hither, !i And I'll be worn, I've pow'r to shame him hence. A Oh, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil! I Mort. Come, come ! w barwa il di No more of this unprofitable chat.ù to sin ophead Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made Against my pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent bu sali" i777 Him bootlefs home, and weathern-beaten backribis

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name?

Glend. Come, here's the map thall we divide bur According to our threefold order ta'en?t în m [right,

Mort. The Archdeacon hath divided it

Into three limits very equally: {

England, from Trent, and fevern hitherto,
By fouth and east, is to my part affign'd ;··
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, Ansqë
And our indentures tripartite are drawn :
Which being fealed interchangeably, 11 a
(A bufinefs that this night may execute),"
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To-morrow, coufin Percy, you and I,

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And my good Lord of Worcester, will fet forth; bek
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appifitelf us, at Shrewsbury.-

My father Glendower is not ready yet, tour bed I
Nor fhall we need his help thefe fourteen days: * * |
Within that space you may have drawn together

Lords:

Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
Glend. A fhorter time fhall fend me to you,
And in my conduct fhall 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.

Hot. Methinks, my portion, north from Burton here,
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 damn'd up:
And here the smug and filver Trent shall run
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

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

Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it must; you see 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,

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. 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 Welch.

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 these fame metre-ballad-mongers; "I'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd, VOL. IV.

"Or

"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 force'd gate of a fhuffling nag.
Glend. Come, you fhall have Trent turn'd.

Hot. I do not care; I'll give thrice fo much fand 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?

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Glend The moon fhines fair, you may away by night:

(I'll hate the writer *), and withal,

Break with your wives of your departure hence:
I am afraid my daughter will run mad;
So much the doateth on her Mortimer.

[Exit.

Mort. Fie, coufin Percy, how you crofs my father? Hot. I cannot chufe; fometime he angers me, "With telling of the moldwarp and the ant †, "Of dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies; "And of a dragon, and a finlefs fish,

"A clipt-wing griffin, and a moulting raven; "A couching lion, and a ramping cat;

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66 And fuch a deal of skimble-fkamble stuff,
"As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, 10?
"He held me the last 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 horfe, or as a railing wife;
Worfe than a fmoaky houfe. I'd rather live
With cheese and garlike, in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any fummer-house in Chriftendom.

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman;
Exceedingly well read, and profited
In ftrange concealments; valiant as a lion

He means the writer of the articles. Mr. Pope.

This alludes to an old prophecy which is faid to have induced Owen Glendower to take arms against King Henry.. See Hall's chro nicle, folio 20, Mr. Pope.

And

And wondrous affable; as bountiful
As mines

of India. Shall I tell you, coufin?

He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs himself, even of his natural scope,
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.

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:
Tho' fometimes it fhews greatnefs, courage, blood,
(And that's the dearcft grace it renders you);
Yet oftentimes it' doth prefént harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtinefs, opinion, and difdain:
The leaft of which, haunting a nobleman,
Lofeth mens' hearts, and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts befides,
Beguiling them of commendation,

[Speed! Hot. Well, I am fchool'd: good manners be your Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

SCENE III. Enter Glendower, with the Ladies.

Mort. This is the deadly fpight that angers me, My wife can fpeak no English, I no Welch. Glend. My daughter weeps, fhe will not part with She'll be a foldier too, fhe'll to the wars. [you; Mort. Good father, tell her, fhe and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct fpeedily.

[Glendower peaks to her in Welch, and he an fwers him in the fame.

Glend. She's defp'rate here: a peevish felf-will'd That no perfuafion can do good upon. [harlotry, [Lady Speaks in Welch. Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welch, Which thou pour'ft down from those two (welling heaI am too perfect in; and, but for shame,

In fuch a parly fhould I anfwer thee.

[vens,

[The Lady again in Welch.