Imatges de pÓgina

my lord.

Fran. Anon, anon, Sir.

dame Mortimer his wife. Rico, says the drunk. P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis? ard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.

Fran. Let me see,-About Michaelmas next I shall be

Enter Falstaff, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and Poins. (Within.] Francis !

РЕТо. . Fran. Anon, Sir.–Pray you, stay a little, Poins. Welcome, Jack, Where hast thou

been? *P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: For Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a the sugarthou gavest me,—'twas a pennyworth, vengeance too! marry, and amen! Give me a was't not?

cup of sack, boy.--Ere I lead this life long, Fran. O lord, Sir! I would, it had been two, I'll sew netherstocks,* and mend them, and

P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand foot them too. A plague of all cowards !-Give pound: ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt me a cup of sack, rogue.-Is there no virtue have it.

extant ?

[He drinks. Poins. [Within.) Francis!

P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a Fran. Anon, anon.

dish of butter? pitiful hearted Titan, that meltP. Hen. Anon, Francis ? No, Francis : but ed at the sweet tale of the son! if thou didst, to-morrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Thurs- then behold that compound. day; or, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But,

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: Francis,

There is nothing but roguery to be found in Fran. My lord ?

villanous man : Yet a coward is worse than a P. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, cup of sack with lime in it; a villanous cowcrystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-ard. --Go thy ways, old Jack; die when thou stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spa- wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot nish-pouch,

upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten Fran. O lord, Sir, who do you mean? berring. There live not three good men un

P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard* is hanged in England; and one of them is fat, your only drink: for, look you, Francis, your and grows old: God help the while ! a bad white canvass doublet will sully: in Barbary, world, I say! I would,

were a weaver; I Sir, it cannot come to so much. Fran. What, Sir ?

could'sing psalms or any thing: A plague of

all cowards, I say still. Poins. [Within.) Francis ! P. Hen. Away, you rogue; Dost thou not

P. Hen. How now, wool-sack? what mutter

you ? hear them call ?

Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out [Here they both call him; the Drawer stands of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive amazed, not knowing which way to go. all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild Enter VINTNER.

geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more.

You prince of Wales! Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st P. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man ! such a calling? Look to the guests within. what's the matter! (Exit Fran.] My lord, old Sir John, with half Fal. Are you not a coward ? answer me to a dozen more, are at the door; Shall I let them that; and Poins there? in !

Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then me coward, I'll stab thee. open the door. (Exit VINTNER.] Poins !

Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned

ere I call thee coward: but I would give a Re-enter Poins.

thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou Poins. Anon, anon, Sir.

canst. You are straight enough in the shoul. P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the ders, you care not who sees your back : Call thieves are at the door; Shall we be merry?

you that backing of your friends? A plague Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But face me.--Give me a cup of sack :-I am a

upon such backing! give me them that will hark ye; What cunning match have you made

rogue, if I drunk to-day. with this jest of the drawer? come, what's the P. Hen. O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped issue?

since thou drunk'st last. P. Hon. I am now of all humours, that baye show'd themselves humours, since the old days ards, still say I.

Fal. All's one for that. A plague

of all cow

[He drinks. of goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this P. Hen. What's the matter? present twelve o'clock at midnight. (Re-enter Francis with Wine.] What's o'clock, Francis ? here have ta'en a thousand pound this morning.

Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us Fran. Anon, anon, Sir.

P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it? P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have

Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hun. fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of dred upon poor four of us. a woman-His industry is-up-stairs, and P. Hen. What, a hundred, man? down-stairs; his eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the sword with a dozen of them two hours together.

Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at halfHotspur of the north; he that kills me some I have 'scap'd by miracle. I am eight times six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, thrust through the doublet; four, through the washes his hands, and says to his wife,-Fie hose; my buckler cut through and through; upon this quiet life? I want work., O my sweet my sword hacked like a band-saw, ecce signum. Harry, says she, how many hast thou killed to-I never dealt better since I was a man; all day? Give my roan horse a drench, says he; and would not do. A plague of all cowards !Let answers, Soine fourteen, an hour after; a trifle, them speak: if they speak more or less than a trifle. 'I prythee, call in Falstaff'; I'll play truth, they are villains, and the sons of dark. Percy, and that damned brawn shall play * A swee: wine



even now.

P. Hen. Speak, Sirs; how was it?

I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you Gads. We four set upon some dozen,- a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a Guds. And bound them.

reason upon compulsion, I. Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin: Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this man of them; or I'am á Jew else, an Ebrew horse-back-breaker, this huge hill of flesh ;Jew.

Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you Gads. As we were sharing, some six or dried neat’s-tongue, bull's pizzle, you stockseven fresh men set upon us,

fish,-0), for breath to utter what is like thee! Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come --you tailor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, in the other.

you vile standing tuck ;P. Hen. What, fought ye with them all ? P. Hen. Well, breathe awhile, and then to

Ful. All? I know not what ye call, all; but it again: and when thou hast tired thyself in if I fought not with fifty of then, I am a bunch base comparisons, hear me speak but this. of radish: if there were not two or three and Poins. Mark, Jack. fifty upcn poor old Jack, then I am no two- P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; legged creature.

you bound them, and were masters of their Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered wealth.—Mark now, how plain a tale shall some of them.

put you down.-Then did we two set on you Fal. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have four: and, with a word, out-faced you from peppered iwo of them: iwo, I am sure, I have your prize, and have it; yea, and can show it paid; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell you here in the house:-and, Falstaff, you carihee what, Hal,-if I tell thee a lie, spit in my ried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran ward;-here I lay, and thus I bore my point. and roared, as ever I heard a bull-calf. What Four rogues in buckram let drive at me, a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou P. Hen. What, four? thou said’st but two, bast done; and then say, it was in fight? What

trick, what device, what starting-hole, canso Fal. Four, Hal; I told thee four.

thou now tind out to hide thee from this open Poins. Ay, ay, he said four.

and apparent sbame? Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly Poins. Come, let's hear, Jack; What trick thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but hast thou now? took all their seven points in my target, thus. Fal. By the Lord, I knew ye, as well as he

P. Hen. Seven? why, there were but four, that made ye. Why, hear ye, my masters : even now.

Was it for me to kill the heir apparent? Should Fal. In buckram.

I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou Poins. Ay. four, in buckram suits.

knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules : but Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain beware instinct; the lion will not touch the else.

true prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was P. Hen. Pr'ythee, let him alone; we shall a coward on instinct. I shall think the better bave more anon.

of myself and thee, during my life; I, for a Fal. Dost thou hear me, Hal?

valiant lion, and thou, for a true prince. But, P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to, money.--- -Hostess, clap to the doors ; watch These pine in buckram, that I told thee of, - to-night, pray to-morrow.-Gallants, lads, P. Hen. So, two more already.

boys, hearts of gold, All the titles of good Ful. Their points being broken,

fellowship come to you! What, shall we be Poins. Down fell their hose.

merry ? shall we have a play extempore? Fal. Began to give me ground : But I fol- P. Hen. Content;-and the argument shall lowed me close, came in foot and hand; and, be, thy running away. with a thought, seven of the eleven I paid. Fal. Ah! no more of that, Hal, an thou

P. Hen. O monstrous! eleven buckram men lovest me. grown out of two! Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three

Enter Hostess. misbegotten knaves, in Kendal* green, came at my back, and let drive at me;-for it was

Host. My lord the prince, so dark, Hal, that thou could'st not see thy

P. Hen. How now, my lady the hostess band.

what say'st thou to me? P. Hen. These lies are like the father that Host. Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman begets them; gross as a mountain, open, pal- of the court at door, would speak with you: pable. Why, thou clay-brained guts ;' thou he says, he comes from your father. knotty-pated fool; thou whoreson, obscene,

P. Hen. Give him as much as will make him greasy fallow-keech,t

a royal man, and send him back again to my Fal. Wbat, art thou mad? art thou mad? is mother. Det the truth, the truth?

Fal. What manner of man is he? P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these

Host. An old man. men in Kendal green, when it was so dark

Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at thou could'st not see thy hand? come tell us

midnight?-Shall I give bim his answer? your reason; What sayest thou to this?

P. Hen. Pr'ythee, do, Jack. Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your rea

Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. son.

[Erit. Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I

P. Hen. Now, Sirs; by’r lady, you fought at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, fair;-sodid you, Peto;-so did you, Bardolph:

you are lions too, you ran away upon instinct, * A town in Westmoreland famous for making cloth. you will not touch the true prince; no,-fie! + A round lamp of far,

Bard. 'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

P. Hen. Tell me now in earnest, How came | like, we shall have good trading that way.Falstaff's sword so hacked?

But, tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly afeard? Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger; thou being beir apparent, could the world and said, he would swear truth out of England, pick thee out three such enemies again, as that but he would make you believe it was done in fiend Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil fight; and persuaded us to do the like. Glendower? Art thou tot horribly afraid?

Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with doth not thy blood thrill at it? spear-grass, to make them bleed; and then to P. Hen. Not a whit, i'faith; I lack some of beslubber our garments with it, and swear it thy instinct. was the blood of true men. I did that I Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-mordid not this seven year before, I blushed to row, when thou comest to thy father: if thou hear his monstrous devices.

love me, practise an answer. P. Hen. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack P. Hen. Do thou stand for my father, and eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the examine me upon the particulars of my life. manner, and ever since thou hast blushed ex- Fal. Shall I ? content:- This chair shall be tempore : Thou hadst fire and sword on thy my state,* this dagger my sceptre, and this side, and yet thou ran’st away; What instinct cushion my crown. hadst thou for it?

P. Hen. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, Burd. My lord, do you see these meteors ? | thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and Do you behold these exhalations ?

thy precious rich crown, for a pitiful bald P. Hen. I do.

crown! Bard. What think you they portend?

Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite P. Hen. Hot livers and cold purses.

out of thee, now shalt thou be moved.-Give Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken. me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, P. Hen. No, if rightly taken, halter. that it may be thought I have wept; for I must Re-enter Falstaff.

speak in passion, and I will do it in king Cam.

by ses't vein. Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. P. Hen. Well, here is my leg. How now, my sweet creature of bombast ?1 Fal. And here is my speech :-Stand aside, How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest nobility. thine own knee?

Flost. This is excellent sport, i'faith. Ful. My own knee? when I was about thy Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling years, Hal, I was not an eagle's talon in the

tears are vain. waist; I could have crept into an alderman's Host. 0, the father, how he holds his coun. thumb-ring: A plague of sighing and grief! tenance! it blows a man up like a bladder. There's Ful. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristvillapous news abroad: here was Sir John

fulf queen, Bracy from your father; you must to the court For tears do stop the food-gates of her eyes. in the morning. That same mad fellow of the Host. () rare ! he doth it as like one of these north, Percy; and he of Wales, that gave A. harlotry players, as I ever see. maimons the bastinado, and made Lucifer Fal. Peace, good point-pot; peace, goud cuckold, and swore the devil his true liegeman tickle-brain./f-Harry, I do not only marvel upon the cross of a Welsh hook,-What, a where thou spendest thy time, but also how plague, call you bim?

thou art accompanied for though the camoPoins. 0, Glendower.

mile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it Fal. Owen, Owen; the same;—and his son- grows, yet youth, the more it it wasted, the in-law, Mortimer; and old Northumberland; sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinruns o'horseback up a hill perpendicular. ion; but chiefly, a villanous trick of thine

P. Hen. He that rides at high speed, and eye, and a foolish hanging of thy nether lip, with his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

that doth warrant me. "If then thou be son io Fal. You have hit it.

here lies the point;-Why, being sun to P. Hen. So did he never the sparrow. me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed

Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in sun of heaven prove a micher, and eat blackhim; he will not run.

berries? a question not to be asked. Shall the P. Hen. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to son of England prove a thief, and take purses? praise him so for running?

a question to be asked. There is a thing, Har. Fal. O'horseback, ye cuckoo! but, afoot, he ry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is will not budge a foot.

known to many in our land by the name of P. llen. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

pitch: this pitch, as ancient writers do report, Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is doth defile; so doth the company thou keepest: there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand for, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, blue-caps| more: Worcester is stolen away too but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; night; thy father's beard is turned white with not in words only, but in woes also :-And yet Ine news; you may buy land now as cheap as there is a virtuous man, whom I have often stinking mackarel..

noted in thy company, but I know not his P. Hen. Why then, 'tis like, if there come a hot June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall P. Hen. What manner of man, an it like buy maidenheads as they buy hub-nails, by the your majesty ? hundreds.

Fal. A good portly man, i'faith, and a corFal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is pulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and

à most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age + Drunkenness and poverty. Bombast is the stuffing of clothes,

* Chair of statc. A demon; who is described as one of the four kings, + A character in a Tragedy by T. Preston, 1570 who rule over all the demons in the world

i obeisance,

Sorrowful Scolmen in blue bonnets.

Name of a strong liquor. 9 A truant boy



* In the fact.

and cry

some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to three- Fol. Out, you rogue! play out the play: I score; and now I remember me, his name is have much to say in the behalf of that FalFalstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, stafi. he deceiveth me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the

Re-enter Hostess, hastily. fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff:

Host. O Jesu, my lord, my lord! him keep with, the rest banish. And tell

me fiddlestick: What's the matter?

Fal. Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast thou been this month?

Host. The sheriff and all the watch are at P. Hen. Dost thou speak like a king? Do the door: they are come to search the house;. thou stand for me, and I'll play my father.

Shall I let them in ? Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true gravely, so majestically, both in word and piece of gold, a counterfeit: thou art essenmatter, hang me up by the heels for a rabbet- tially mad, without seeming so. sucker,* or a poulter's hare.

P. Hen. And thou a natural coward, without P. Hen. Well, here I am set.

instinct. Fal. And here I stand:-judge, my masters. sheriff, so; if not, let him enter: if I become

Fal. I deny your major: if you will deny the P. Hen. Now, Harry? whence come you? Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

not a cart as well as another man, plague on P. Hen. The complaints I hear of thee are

my bringing up! I hope, I shall as soon be grievous.

strangled with a halter, as another. fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false :-nay, the rest walk up above. Now, my masters,

P. Hen. Go, hide thee bebind the arras;* l'Il tickle ye for a young prince, i'faith. P. Hen. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? for a true face, and

good conscience. henceforth ne'er look on me. Thou art violently

Fal. Both which I have had : but their date carried away from grace: there is a devil is out, and therefore I'll hide me. haunts thee, in the likeness of a fat old man:

[Exeunt all but the PRINCE and Poins. a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost

P. Hen. Call in the sheriff. *thou converse with that trunk of humonrs,

Enter SHERIFF and CARRIER. that bolting-hutcht of beastliness, that swoln parcel of dropsies, that huge bombardt of sack, Now, master sheriff; what's your will with that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted me? Manningtreeg ox with the pudding in his belly, Sher. First, pardon me, my lord. A hue that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Wherein Hath follow'd certain men unto this house. is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? P. Hen. What men? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon

Sher. One of them is well known, my graand eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?

cious lord, wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein vil. A gross fat man. lanous, but in all things? wherein worthy, but

Car. As fat as butter. in nothing?

P. Hen. The man, I do assure you, is not Fal. I would, your grace would take me

here; with you;ll Whom means your grace?

For I myself at this time have employ'd him. P. Hen. That villanous abominable mis- And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee, leader of youth, Falstaff, that old white- That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time, bearded Satan.

Send him to answer thee, or any man, Fal. My lord, the man I know.

For any thing he shall be charg'd withal: P. Hen. I know, thou dost.

And so let me entreat you leave the house. Ful. But to say, I know more harm in him Sher. I will, my lord: There are two gentlethan in myself, were to say more than I know.

[marks. That he is old, (the more the pity,) his white Have in this robbery lost three hundred hairs do witness it; but that he is (saving your P. Hen. It may be so: if he have robb'd reverence,) a whoremaster, that I utterly deny.

these men, If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the He shall be answerable; and so, farewell. wicked! If to be old and merry be a sin, then Sher. Good night, my noble lord. many an old bost that I know, is damned ; if P. Hen. I think it is good morrow; Is it to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean

not? kine are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish

Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for


[Exeunt Sheriff and sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true

CARRIER. Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and there

P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well fore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack as Paul's.t. Go, call him forth. Falstaff, banish not bim thy Harry's company;

Poins. Falstaff! - fast asleep behind the arras, banish plump Jack, and banish all the world and snorting like a horse. P. Hen. I do, I will. [4 knocking

heard. P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: [Exeunt Hostess, Francis, and BARD-Search his pockets. [Poins searches.] What OLPH.

bast thou found ?

Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.
Re-enter BARDOLPH, running.

P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read thein. Bard. O, my lord, my lord; the sheriff, with Poins. Item, A capon, 2s. 2d. a most monstrous watch, is at the door. Item, Sauce, 4d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d. * A young rabbet.

Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s.6d. + The machine which separates flour from bran.

Item, Bread, a halfpenny. I A leather black jack to hold beer

la Essex, where a large ox was roasted whole. li Go no laste Than I can follow.

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P. Hen. O monstrous! but one half penny. Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea worth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! That chides the banks of England, Scotland, - What there is else, keep close; we'll read it

Wales, at more advantage: there let him'sleep till day: Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? I'll to the court in the morning: we must all And bring him out, that is but woman's son, to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. Can trace me in the tedious ways of art, I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, And hold me pace in deep experiments. I know, his death will be a march of twelve- Hot. I think there is no man speaks better score. The money shall be paid back again I will to dinner.

I Welsh:with advantage. Be with me betimes in the Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make morning ; and so good morrow, Poins.

him mad. Poins. Good morrow, good my lord.

Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
[Exeunt. 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 you, cousin, to com,
SCENE I.-Bangor.- A Room in the Arch- The devil.

[mand deacon's House.

Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame Enter Hotspur, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and

the devil,


By telling truth; Tell truth, and shame the de

If thou have power to raise him, bring him Mort. These promises are fair, the parties hither,

And our induction* full of prosperous hope.

And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him

[devil. Hot. Lord Mortimer, -and cousin Glen- 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Will you sit down ?

[dower,- 'Mort. Come, come, And, 'uncle Worcester:-A plague upon it! No more of this unprofitable chat. I have forgot the map:

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke Glend. No, here it is.

made head

Wye; Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur:

Against my power: thrice from the banks of For by that name as oft as Lancaster (with And sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent him, Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, Bootless* home, and weather-beaten

back. A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul wea. Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears

ther too Owen Glendower spoke of.

How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

Glend. Come, bere's the map : Shall we di

vide our right,
Of burning cressets;t and, at my birth, According to our three-fold order ta'en?
The frame and huge foundation of the earth Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Shak'd like a coward.

Into three limits, very equally:
Hot. Why
so it would have done

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, At the same season, if your mother's cat had

By south and east, is to my part assign'd: But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been All westward,

Wales beyond the Severn shore, born.

And all the fertile land within that bound, Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I To Owen Glendower:-and, dear coz, to you

was born, Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my And our indentures tripartitet are drawn:

The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.

Which being sealed interchangeably,
If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,

(A business that this night may execute,)
earth did tremble.
Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the hea- To meet your father, and the Scottish power,

And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth, vens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity.

As is appoiuted us, at Shrewsbury.

My father Glendower is not ready yet, Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

Nor shall we need his help these fourteen In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth

days: Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd Within that space, [TO GLEND.) you may have By the imprisoning of unruly wind

drawn together

[tlemen. Within her womb; which, for enlargement Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gen. striving,

(down Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topplest

lords, Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your And in my conduct shall your ladies come: birth,

{ture, From whom you now must steal, and take no Our grandam earth, having this distempera

leave; In passion shook.

For there will be a world of water shed,
Glend. Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave Upon the parting of your wives and you.
To tell you once again,- that at my birth,

Hot. Methinks, my moiety,ş north from Bur-
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;

ton here, The goats ran from the mountains, and the See, how this river comes me cranking


In quantity equals not one of yours: herds Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields. A huge half moon, a monstrous cantlell


Aqd cuts me, from the best of all my land,
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary ;
And all the courses of my life do show,

I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;

And here the smug and silver Trent shall run, I am not in the roll of common men.

In a new channel, fair and evenly: * Beginning + Lights set cross ways upon beacons, and also upon

Unsuccessful. + Three copies. poles, which were used in processions, &c. $ Tumbles.

Il Corner.



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