of Henrie the fourth.
17291584Sheele be a
souldior to,
sheele to the wars.
17301585Mor. Good father tell her, that
she and my Aunt Percy
17311586Shal follow in your condu
ct speedily.
17321587Glendower speakes to her in Welsh, and she answeres 17351590A peeui
sh selfe wild harlotrie, one that no per
swa
sion can doe
17381593Mor. I vnder
stand thy lookes, that prettie Wel
sh,
17391594Which thou powre
st downe from the
se
swelling heauens,
17401595I am too perfe
ct in, and but for
shame
17411596In
such a parley
should I an
swere thee.
17431598Mor. I vnder
stand thy ki
sses, and thou mine,
17441599And thats a feeling di
sputation,
17451600But I will neuer be a truant loue,
17461601Till I haue learnt thy language, for thy tongue
17471602Makes Wel
sh as
sweet as ditties highly pend,
17481603Sung by a faire Queene in a
summers bowre,
17491604With raui
shing diui
sion to her Lute.
17501605Glen. Nay, if you melt, then will
she run mad.
17511606The Lad e speakes againe in Welsh. 17521607Mor. O I am ignorance it
selfe in this.
17531608Glen. She bids you on the wanton ru
shes lay you downe,
17551609And re
st your gentle head vpon her lap,
17561610And
she will
sing the
song that plea
seth you,
17571611And on your eyelids crowne the God of
sleepe,
17581612Charming your bloud with plea
sing heauine
sse,
17591613Making
such di
fference twixt wake and
sleepe,
17601614As is the di
fference betwixt day and night,
17611615The houre before the heauenly harne
st teeme
17621616Begins his golden progre
sse in the ea
st.
17631617Mor. With all my heart ile
sit and heare her
sing,
17641618By that time will our booke I thinke be drawne.
17651619Glen. Do
so, & tho
se mu
sitions that
shal play to you,
17671620Hang in the aire a thou
sand leagues from hence,
17681621And
straight they
shalbe here,
sit and attend.
F.iii Hot.