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,
The front of heaven was full of fiery fhapes,
Of burning creffets; and, at my birth,
The frame and the foundation of the earth
Shak'd like a coward.

Hot.

Why, fo it would have done
At the fame season, if your mother's cat had

But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Gland. I fay, the earth did shake when I was born.
Hat. And I fay, the earth was not of my mind,
If you fuppofe, as fearing you it shook.

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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
Is with a kind of cholick pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Steeples, and mofs-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
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 heaven was full of fiery fhapes ;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were ftrangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
Thefe figns have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show,

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,-
Which 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 speaks better Welch:I will to dinner.

Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.
Glend. I can call fpirits from the vasty deep.

Hot. Why, fo can I; or fo can any man :
But will they come, when you do call for them?

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
Into three limits, very equally :

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
By fouth and east, is to my part affign'd:
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 fealed interchangeably,
(A business that this night may execute,)
To-morrow, cousin 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.

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My father Glendower is not eady yet,

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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.
Glend. A fhorter time shall send me to you, lords,
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 shed,

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,
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 fmug 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 fo rich a bottom here.

Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it muft; you fee, it doth.
Mort. Yea,

But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up
With like advantage on the other fide;

Gelding the opposed continent as much,
As on the other fide it takes from you.

Wor. Yea, 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.

Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hot.

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;
For I was train'd up in the English court:

Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
Many an Englifh 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't with all my heart;
I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew,
Than one of these fame metre ballad-mongers:
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would fet my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing fo much as mincing poetry;

'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.
Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you
Hot. I cannot choose: fometimes he angers me,
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,
Of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies;
And of a dragon, and a finless fish,

A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,