1520Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, 1521Owen Glendower. These promises are fair, the parties sure,
3.1.21523And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Lord Mortimer and cousin Glendower, will you sit down?
1526And uncle Worcester -- a plague upon it, I have forgot the map!
No here it is;
3.1.51529Sit, cousin Percy, sit, good cousin Hotspur;
3.1.61530For by that name as oft as Lancaster doth speak of you,
3.1.71531His cheek looks pale, and with a rising sigh
He wisheth you in heaven. And you in hell,
3.1.91534As oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.
I cannot blame him. At my nativity
3.1.111536The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
3.1.131538The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Why, so it would have done at the same season if your
1541mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself had never been
1542born.
I say the earth did shake when I was born.
And I say the earth was not of my mind,
The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
Oh, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
3.1.231552In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
3.1.241553Is with a kind of colic pinched and vexed
3.1.261555Within her womb, which for enlargement striving
3.1.271556Shakes the old beldam earth, and topples down
3.1.281557Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
3.1.291558Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook. Cousin, of many men
3.1.331561I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
3.1.351563The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
3.1.361564The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
3.1.371565Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
3.1.381566These signs have marked me extraordinary,
3.1.411569Where is he living, clipped in with the sea
3.1.421570That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
3.1.431571Which calls me pupil or hath read to me?
3.1.441572And bring him out that is but woman's son
3.1.451573Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
Peace, cousin Percy, you will make him mad.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Why so can I, or so can any man,
3.1.521580But will they come when you do call for them?
Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command the devil.
And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil,
3.1.551584By telling truth: "Tell truth, and shame the devil."
3.1.561585If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
3.1.571586And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
3.1.581587Oh, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil.
Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.
Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
3.1.611591Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
3.1.621592And sandy-bottomed Severn have I sent him
Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
3.1.651596How scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
Come, here is the map. Shall we divide our right,
The Archdeacon hath divided it
3.1.711603By south and east is to my part assigned;
3.1.721604All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore
3.1.731605And all the fertile land within that bound,
3.1.741606To Owen Glendower; and, dear coz, to you
3.1.751607The remnant northward lying off from Trent.
3.1.761608And our indentures tripartite are drawn,
3.1.781610A business that this night may execute --
3.1.801612And my good lord of Worcester will set forth
3.1.811613To meet your father and the Scottish power,
3.1.841616Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days.
3.1.851617[To Glendower] Within that space you may have drawn together
3.1.861618Your tenants, friends, and neighboring gentlemen.
A shorter time shall send me to you, lords;
3.1.881620And in my conduct shall your ladies come,
3.1.891621From whom you now must steal and take no leave;
Methinks my moiety north from Burton here
3.1.941626See how this river comes me cranking in,
3.1.951627And cuts me from the best of all my land
3.1.961628A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle, out.
3.1.971629I'll have the current in this place dammed up,
3.1.981630And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
Not wind? It shall, it must -- you see it doth.
Yea, but mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
Yea, but a little charge will trench him here,
3.1.1081640And on this north side win this cape of land,
I'll have it so; a little charge will do it.
I'll not have it altered.
Will not you?
No, nor you shall not.
Who shall say me nay?
Why, that will I.
Let me not understand you, then: speak it in Welsh.
I can speak English, lord, as well as you,
3.1.1191652Where, being but young, I framèd to the harp
Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart.
3.1.1251658Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.
3.1.1261659I had rather hear a brazen can'stick turned,
3.1.1281661And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
3.1.1301663'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Come, you shall have Trent turned.
I do not care. I'll give thrice so much land
The moon shines fair. You may away by night.
3.1.1391673Break with your wives of your departure hence.
Fie, cousin Percy, how you cross my father!
I cannot choose. Sometime he angers me
3.1.1441679With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,
3.1.1511686He held me last night at the least nine hours
3.1.1531688That were his lackeys. I cried "Hum," and "Well, go to,"
3.1.1541690But marked him not a word. Oh, he is as tedious
In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
3.1.1641700As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
3.1.1671704When you come 'cross his humor, faith, he does.
In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame,
3.1.1731710And since your coming hither have done enough
3.1.1751712You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault.
3.1.1761713Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood --
3.1.1771714And that's the dearest grace it renders you --
3.1.1821719Loseth men's hearts, and leaves behind a stain
Well, I am schooled. Good manners be your speed!
3.1.1861724Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
This is the deadly spite that angers me:
My daughter weeps; she'll not part with you.
3.1.1901729She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy
She is desperate here, a peevish self-willed harlotry,
I understand thy looks. That pretty Welsh
3.1.1961739Which thou pourest down from these swelling heavens
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine,
3.1.2021746Till I have learnt thy language, for thy tongue
3.1.2031747Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penned,
Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
Oh, I am ignorance itself in this!
She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
3.1.2101756And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
3.1.2121758Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
3.1.2131759Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
With all my heart, I'll sit and hear her sing.
3.1.2181764By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.
Do so, and those musicians that shall play to you
3.1.2201767Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,
3.1.2211768And straight they shall be here. Sit and attend.
Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down.
3.1.2231770Come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
Go, ye giddy goose!
Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;
Then should you be nothing but musical,
3.1.2301779Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh.
I had rather hear Lady my brach howl in Irish.
Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
No.
Then be still.
Neither, 'tis a woman's fault.
Now god help thee!
To the Welsh lady's bed.
What's that?
Peace, she sings.
Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.
Not mine, in good sooth.
Not yours, in good sooth!
3.1.2431794Heart, you swear like a comfit-maker's wife:
3.1.2441795"Not you, in good sooth!" and "As true as I live!"
3.1.2451796And "As god shall mend me!" and "As sure as day!":
3.1.2461797And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths
3.1.2471798As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.
3.1.2491800A good mouth-filling oath, and leave "in sooth"
I will not sing.
'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redbreast teacher.
1806An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours;
1807and so come in when ye will.
Come, come, Lord Mortimer, you are as slow
With all my heart.