For by that name as oft as Lancaster

Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and, with
A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heaven.

Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears

Cwen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I cannot blame him at my nativity,
The front of heaven was full of fiery fhapes,
Of burning creffets; and, at my birth,
The frame and the foundation of the earth
Shak'd like a coward.

Hot. Why, fo it would have done

At the fame season, if your mother's cat

Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Glend. I fay, the earth did shake when I was born.
Hot. And I fay, the earth was not of my mind,

If you fuppofe, as fearing you it shook.

Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.

Hot. O, then the earth fhook to fee the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

In ftrange eruptions: oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb, which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the 'old beldame earth, and "topples down
Steeples, and mofs-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this diftemperature,
In paffion fhook.

Glend. Coufin, of many men

I do not bear thefe croffings.

Give me leave

To tell you once again,-that, at my birth,

burning creffets;]-lights on a beacon, with croffes at the top. old beldame]-ancient mother,

topples]-tumbles.

The

The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous in the frighted fields.
These figns have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do fhew,

I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea,
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's fon,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,

Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Welsh:1 will to dinner.

Mort. Peace, coufin Percy; you will make him mad,
Glend. I can call fpirits from the vasty deep.

Hot. Why, fo can I; or fo can any man:
But will they come, when you do call for them?

Glend. Why, I can teach thee, cousin, to command The devil.

Hot. And I can teach thee, cousin, to fhame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth, and fhame the devil.If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be fworn, I have power to shame him hence. O, while you live, tell truth, and fhame the devil, Mort. Come, come,

No more of this unprofitable chat,

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my power: thrice, from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent

Him bootless back, and weather-beaten home.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name?

Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our right, According to our three-fold order taken?

Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally:

England, from Trent and Severn "hitherto,
By fouth and caft, is to my part affign'd:
All weftward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower :-and, dear coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being fealed interchangeably,
(A bufinefs that this night may execute)
To-morrow, coufin Percy, you, and I,
And my good lord of Worcester, will fet forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,

Nor fhall we need his help thefe fourteen days::-
Within that space, you may have drawn together
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
[To Glendower.

Glend. A horter time fhall fend me to you, lords,
And in my conduct fhall your ladies come:
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave;
For there will be a world of water fhed,

Upon the parting of your wives and you.

Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here, In quantity equals not one of yours:

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See, how this river comes me cranking in,

And cuts me, from the beft of all my land,

bitherto,to this mark.

moiety,]-frilly half, one of two equal parts; but used by Shakifpeare for any portion of a thing, however unequally divided.

crankling]-winding, bending.

LEAR, A& I. S, 1. Lear.

A huge

A huge half-moon, a monftrous cantle out.
I'll have the current in this place damn'd up;
And here the smug and filver Trent shall run,
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

It fhall not wind with fuch a deep indent,
To rob me of fo rich a bottom here.

Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you fee, it doth. Mort. Yea, but mark, how he bears his course, and

runs me up

With like advantage on the other fide;
Gelding the oppofed continent as much,
As on the other fide it takes from you.

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here,
And on this north fide 'win this cape of land;

And then he runs ftraight and even.

Hot. I'll have it fo; a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Glend. No, nor you shall not.

Hot. Who fhall fay me nay?

Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not understand you then,

Speak it in Welsh.

Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you;

For I was train'd up in the English court:

Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
Many an English ditty, lovely well,

And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;

A virtue that was never feen in you.

A cantle]-a corner, or piece formed by the turning of the river. win this cape]-take in this neck.

English court-in the Middle Temple; Glendower was a bar

rifter there, and his real name Vaughan.

gave the tongue a helpful ornament ;]-fet off my own language by finging,

Hot,

Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart;
I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew,
Than one of these fame metre ballad-mongers:

I had rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would nothing fet my teeth on edge,
Nothing fo much as mincing poetry;

Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.

Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.

Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice fo much land To any well-deferving friend;

But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Are the indentures drawn? fhall we be gone?

Glend. The moon fhines fair, you may away by night;

(I'll in and hafte "the writer) and, withal,

Break with your wives of your departure hence :
I am afraid, my daughter will run mad,
So much the doteth on her Mortimer.

W

[Exit, father!

Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you crofs my
Hot. I cannot chufe: fometimes he angers me,
With telling me of the " moldwarp and the ant,
Of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies;
And of a dragon, and a finless fish,

A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven,
A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
And fuch a deal of fkimble-fkamble ftuff

As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,-
He held me last night at the leaft nine hours,

In reckoning up the feveral devils' names,

That were his lacqueys: I cry'd, hum,—and well,-go

to,

"the writer)]-of the articles.

W

moldwarp-mole.

x bis prophecies ;]-whereby he is faid to have been induced to take arms against the king.

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