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Sit, cousin Percy; fit, good cousin Hot-spur:
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 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 season 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 If you suppose, as fearing you, it shook. [tremble.
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.
[fire, of Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth “ In ftrange eruptions; and the teeming earth " Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd, . By the imprifoning 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 distemperature, In paskion shook.
Glend. Cousin, of many men I do not bear these croilings : give me leave To tell you once again, that at my birth “ 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 figns have mark'd me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do shew, I am not in the roll of common men. Where is he living, clipt in with the sea [land, That chides the banks of England, Wales, or ScotWho calls me pupil, or hath read to me? And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
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Hot. I think there is no man lpeaks better WellhA
Glend. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil.
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to'shame the devit.
Mort. Come, come ! ? Wiiw.tould
Glend. Three times hath Henry Bölingbroke' made
Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name? 97.4
Glend. Come, Here's the map thall we divide but
Mort. The Archdeacon hath divided it looH
VI 101 (A business that this night may execute), 91981 To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I,
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, Lords: And in
ladies come; From whom you now must steal, and take no leave; For there will be a world of water lhed, 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. l'll have the current in this place damn’d up: And here the smug and fiver 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 fhall, it mụst; 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,
Hot. I'll have it fo; a little charge will do it
Hot. Let me not understand you then,
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 Englila ditty, dovely 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 cry,
Mew! * Than one of these fame metre-ballad-mongers; 66 I'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn’d,
“ Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree,
bre “ And that would nothing fet my teeth on edge,
A “ Nothing so much as mincing poetry; “ 'Tis like the force'd gate of a shuffing nag:
in La 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? shall we be
? * Gland 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 the doateth on her Mortimer. [Exit. SCE N EH.
NE Mort. Fie, cousin Percy, how you crofs my father?
Hot. I cannot chuse; sometime he angers me, “ With telling of the moldwarp and the antt « 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 ikimble Ikanible ftult, “ 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 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 smoaky house. I'd rather live With cheese and garlike, in a windmill, far, Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
...) In any summer-house in Christendom.
Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman ;
He means the writer of the articles. Mr. Pupe. + This alludes to an old prophecy which is said to have induced Owen Glerdswer to take arms against King Henry.. See Hill's chrom nicle, folio 20, Mr. Pope.
And wondrous affáble ; as bountiful
As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ?
Wor. In faith, my Lord, you are too wilful-blame,
Mort. This is the deadly spight that angers me, My wife can speak no English, I no Welch.
Glend. My daughter weeps, she will not part with She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. [you;
Mort. Good father, tell her, she and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct speedily, [Glendower speaks to her in Welch, and pe an,
pwers him in the same. Glend. She's defp'rate here: a peevith self-willid That no persuasion can do good upon. [harlotry,
[Lady speaks in Ielch. Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welch,
Which thou pour'st down from those two swelling hea1. I am too perfect in: and, but for shame, [vens, In such a parly should I answer thee.
[The Lady again in Welch.