1623Vpon the parting of your Wiues and you.

1624Hotsp. Me thinks my Moity, North from Burton here,

1625In quantitie equals not one of yours:

1626See, how this Riuer comes me cranking in,

1627And cuts me from the best of all my Land,

1628A huge halfe Moone, a monstrous Cantle out.

1629Ile haue the Currant in this place damn'd vp,

1630And here the smug and Siluer Trent shall runne,

1631In a new Channell, faire and euenly:

1632It shall not winde with such a deepe indent,

1633To rob me of so rich a Bottome here.

1634Glend. Not winde? it shall, it must, you see it doth.

1635Mort. Yea, but marke how he beares his course,

1636And runnes me vp, with like aduantage on the other side,

1637Gelding the opposed Continent as much,

1638As on the other side it takes from you.

1639Worc. Yea, but a little Charge will trench him here,

1640And on this North side winne this Cape of Land,

1641And then he runnes straight and euen.

1642Hotsp. Ile haue it so, a little Charge will doe it.

1643Glend. Ile not haue it alter'd.

1644Hotsp. Will not you?

1645Glend. No, nor you shall not.

1646Hotsp. Who shall say me nay?

1647Glend. Why, that will I.

1648Hotsp. Let me not vnderstand you then, speake it in

1649Welsh.

1650Glend. I can speake English, Lord, as well as you:

1651For I was trayn'd vp in the English Court;

1652Where, being but young, I framed to the Harpe

1653Many an English Dittie, louely well,

1654And gaue the Tongue a helpefull Ornament;

1655A Vertue that was neuer seene in you.

1656Hotsp. Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart,

1657I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew,

1658Then one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers:

1659I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd,

1660Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree,

1661And that would set my teeth nothing an edge,

1662Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie;

1663'Tis like the forc't gate of a shuffling Nagge.

1664Glend. Come, you shall haue Trent turn'd.

1665Hotsp. I doe not care: Ile giue thrice so much Land

1666To any well-deseruing friend;

1667But in the way of Bargaine, marke ye me,

1668Ile cauill on the ninth part of a hayre.

1669Are the Indentures drawne? shall we be gone?

1670Glend. The Moone shines faire,

1671You may away by Night:

1672Ile haste the Writer; and withall,

1673Breake with your Wiues, of your departure hence:

1674I am afraid my Daughter will runne madde,

1675So much she doteth on her Mortimer. Exit.

1676Mort. Fie, Cousin Percy, how you crosse my Fa-

1677ther.

1678Hotsp. I cannot chuse: sometime he angers me,

1679With telling me of the Moldwarpe and the Ant,

1680Of the Dreamer Merlin, and his Prophecies;

1681And of a Dragon, and a finne-lesse Fish,

1682A clip-wing'd Griffin, and a moulten Rauen,

1683A couching Lyon, and a ramping Cat,

1684And such a deale of skimble-skamble Stuffe,

1685As puts me from my Faith. I tell you what,

1686He held me last Night, at least, nine howres,

1687In reckning vp the seuerall Deuils Names,

1688That were his Lacqueyes:

1689I cry'd hum, and well, goe too,

1690But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious

1691As a tyred Horse, a rayling Wife,

1692Worse then a smoakie House. I had rather liue

1693With Cheese and Garlick in a Windmill farre,

1694Then feede on Cates, and haue him talke to me,

1695In any Summer-House in Christendome.

1696Mort. In faith he was a worthy Gentleman,

1697Exceeding well read, and profited,

1698In strange Concealements:

1699Valiant as a Lyon, and wondrous affable,

1700And as bountifull, as Mynes of India.

1701Shall I tell you, Cousin,

1702He holds your temper in a high respect,

1703And curbes himselfe, euen of his naturall scope,

1704When you doe crosse his humor: 'faith he does.

1705I warrant you, that man is not aliue,

1706Might so haue tempted him, as you haue done,

1707Without the taste of danger, and reproofe:

1708But doe not vse it oft, let me entreat you.

1709Worc. In faith, my Lord, you are too wilfull blame,

1710And since your comming hither, haue done enough,

1711To put him quite besides his patience.

1712You must needes learne, Lord, to amend this fault:

1713Though sometimes it shew Greatnesse, Courage, Blood,

1714And that's the dearest grace it renders you;

1715Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh Rage,

1716Defect of Manners, want of Gouernment,

1717Pride, Haughtinesse, Opinion, and Disdaine:

1718The least of which, haunting a Nobleman,

1719Loseth mens hearts, and leaues behinde a stayne

1720Vpon the beautie of all parts besides,

1721Beguiling them of commendation.

1722Hotsp. Well, I am school'd:

1723Good-manners be your speede;

1724Heere come your Wiues, and let vs take our leaue.

1726Mort. This is the deadly spight, that angers me,

1727My Wife can speake no English, I no Welsh.

1728Glend. My Daughter weepes, shee'le not part with you,

1729Shee'le be a Souldier too, shee'le to the Warres.

1730Mort. Good Father tell her, that she and my Aunt Percy

1731Shall follow in your Conduct speedily.

1734Glend. Shee is desperate heere:

1735A peeuish selfe-will'd Harlotry,

1736One that no perswasion can doe good vpon.

1738Mort. I vnderstand thy Lookes: that pretty Welsh

1739Which thou powr'st down from these swelling Heauens,

1740I am too perfect in: and but for shame,

1741In such a parley should I answere thee.

1743Mort. I vnderstand thy Kisses, and thou mine,

1744And that's a feeling disputation:

1745But I will neuer be a Truant, Loue,

1746Till I haue learn'd thy Language: for thy tongue