1522Mort. These promises are faire, the parties sure,

1523And our induction full of prosperous hope.

1524Hotsp. Lord Mortimer, and Cousin Glendower,

1525Will you sit downe?

1526And Vnckle Worcester; a plague vpon it,

1527I haue forgot the Mappe.

1528Glend. No, here it is:

1529Sit Cousin Percy, sit good Cousin Hotspurre:

1530For by that Name, as oft as Lancaster doth speake of you,

1531His Cheekes looke pale, and with a rising sigh,

1532He wisheth you in Heauen.

1533Hotsp. And you in Hell, as oft as he heares Owen Glen-

1534dower spoke of.

1535Glend. I cannot blame him: At my Natiuitie,

1536The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes,

1537Of burning Cressets: and at my Birth,

1538The frame and foundation of the Earth

1539Shak'd like a Coward.

1540Hotsp. Why so it would haue done at the same season,

1541if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd, though your selfe

1542had neuer beene borne.

1543Glend. I say the Earth did shake when I was borne.

1544Hotsp. And I say the Earth was not of my minde,

1545If you suppose, as fearing you, it shooke.

1546Glend. The Heauens were all on fire, the Earth did

1547tremble.

1548Hotsp. Oh, then the Earth shooke

1549To see the Heauens on fire,

1550And not in feare of your Natiuitie.

1551Diseased Nature oftentimes breakes forth

1552In strange eruptions; and the teeming Earth

1553Is with a kinde of Collick pincht and vext,

1554By the imprisoning of vnruly Winde

1555Within her Wombe: which for enlargement striuing,

1556Shakes the old Beldame Earth, and tombles downe

1557Steeples, and mosse-growne Towers. At your Birth,

1558Our Grandam Earth, hauing this distemperature,

1559In passion shooke.

1560Glend. Cousin: of many men

1561I doe not beare these Crossings: Giue me leaue

1562To tell you once againe, that at my Birth

1563The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes,

1564The Goates ranne from the Mountaines, and the Heards

1565Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields:

1566These signes haue markt me extraordinarie,

1567And all the courses of my Life doe shew,

1568I am not in the Roll of common men.

1569Where is the Liuing, clipt in with the Sea,

1570That chides the Bankes of England, Scotland, and Wales,

1571Which calls me Pupill, or hath read to me?

1572And bring him out, that is but Womans Sonne,

1573Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art,

1574And hold me pace in deepe experiments.

1575Hotsp. I thinke there's no man speakes better Welsh:

1576Ile to Dinner.

1577Mort. Peace cousin Percy, you will make him mad.

1578Glend. I can call Spirits from the vastie Deepe.

1579Hotsp. Why so can I, or so can any man:

1580But will they come, when you doe call for them?

1581Glend. Why, I can teach thee, Cousin, to command the

1582Deuill.

1583Hotsp. And I can teach thee, Cousin, to shame the Deuil,

1584By telling truth. Tell truth, and shame the Deuill.

1585If thou haue power to rayse him, bring him hither,

1586And Ile be sworne, I haue power to shame him hence.

1587Oh, while you liue, tell truth, and shame the Deuill.

1588Mort. Come, come, no more of this vnprofitable

1589Chat.

1590Glend. Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head

1591Against my Power: thrice from the Banks of Wye,

1592And sandy-bottom'd Seuerne, haue I hent him

1593Bootlesse home, and Weather-beaten backe.

1594Hotsp. Home without Bootes,

1595And in foule Weather too,

1596How scapes he Agues in the Deuils name?

1597Glend. Come, heere's the Mappe:

1598Shall wee diuide our Right,

1599According to our three-fold order ta'ne?

1600Mort. The Arch-Deacon hath diuided it

1601Into three Limits, very equally:

1602England, from Trent, and Seuerne. hitherto,

1603By South and East, is to my part assign'd:

1604All Westward, Wales, beyond the Seuerne shore,

1605And all the fertile Land within that bound,

1606To Owen Glendower: And deare Couze, to you

1607The remnant Northward, lying off from Trent.

1608And our Indentures Tripartite are drawne:

1609Which being sealed enterchangeably,

1610(A Businesse that this Night may execute)

1611To morrow, Cousin Percy, you and I,

1612And my good Lord of Worcester, will set forth,

1613To meete your Father, and the Scottish Power,

1614As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury.

1615My Father Glendower is not readie yet,

1616Nor shall wee neede his helpe these foureteene dayes:

1617Within that space, you may haue drawne together

1618Your Tenants, Friends, and neighbouring Gentlemen.

1619Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, Lords:

1620And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come,

1621From whom you now must steale, and take no leaue,

1622For there will be a World of Water shed,

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

1747Makes Welsh as sweet as Ditties highly penn'd,

1748Sung by a faire Queene in a Summers Bowre,

1749With rauishing Diuision to her Lute.

1750Glend. Nay, if thou melt, then will she runne madde.

1752Mort. O, I am Ignorance it selfe in this.

1753Glend. She bids you,

1754On the wanton Rushes lay you downe,

1755And rest your gentle Head vpon her Lappe,

1756And she will sing the Song that pleaseth you,

1757And on your Eye-lids Crowne the God of Sleepe,

1758Charming your blood with pleasing heauinesse;

1759Making such difference betwixt Wake and Sleepe,

1760As is the difference betwixt Day and Night,

1761The houre before the Heauenly Harneis'd Teeme

1762Begins his Golden Progresse in the East.

1763Mort. With all my heart Ile sit, and heare her sing:

1764By that time will our Booke, I thinke, be drawne.

1765Glend. Doe so:

1766And those Musitians that shall play to you,

1767Hang in the Ayre a thousand Leagues from thence;

1768And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.

1769Hotsp. Come Kate, thou art perfect in lying downe:

1770Come, quicke, quicke, that I may lay my Head in thy

1771Lappe.

1772Lady. Goe, ye giddy-Goose.

1774Hotsp. Now I perceiue the Deuill vnderstands Welsh,

1775And 'tis no maruell he is so humorous:

1776Byrlady hee's a good Musitian.

1777Lady. Then would you be nothing but Musicall,

1778For you are altogether gouerned by humors:

1779Lye still ye Theefe, and heare the Lady sing in Welsh.

1780Hotsp. I had rather heare (Lady) my Brach howle in

1781Irish.

1782Lady. Would'st haue thy Head broken?

1783Hotsp. No.

1784Lady. Then be still.

1785Hotsp. Neyther, 'tis a Womans fault.

1786Lady. Now God helpe thee.

1787Hotsp. To the Welsh Ladies Bed.

1788Lady. What's that?

1789Hotsp. Peace, shee sings.

1791Hotsp. Come, Ile haue your Song too.

1792Lady. Not mine, in good sooth.

1793Hotsp. Not yours, in good sooth?

1794You sweare like a Comfit-makers Wife:

1795Not you, in good sooth; and, as true as I liue;

1796And, as God shall mend me; and, as sure as day:

1797And giuest such Sarcenet suretie for thy Oathes,

1798As if thou neuer walk'st further then Finsbury.

1799Sweare me, Kate, like a Lady, as thou art,

1800A good mouth-filling Oath: and leaue in sooth,

1801And such protest of Pepper Ginger-bread,

1802To Veluet-Guards, and Sunday-Citizens.

1803Come, sing.

1804Lady. I will not sing.

1805Hotsp. 'Tis the next way to turne Taylor, or be Red-

1806brest teacher: and the Indentures be drawne, Ile away

1807within these two howres: and so come in, when yee

1808will. Exit.

1809Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer, you are as slow,

1810As hot Lord Percy is on fire to goe.

1811By this our Booke is drawne: wee'le but seale,

1812And then to Horse immediately.

1813Mort. With all my heart. Exeunt.