Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good coufin Hot-spur: Doth fpeak of you, his cheek looks pale; and with A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heav'n. Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. 66 Glend. I blame him not: at my nativity, "The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes, "Of burning creffets; know that, at my birth, "The frame and the foundation of the earth "Shook like a coward.. Hot. "So it wou'd have done "At the fame seafon if your mother's cat "Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. "Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth de By the imprifoning of unruly wind [fire, "Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, "Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down High tow'rs and mofs-grown fteeples. At your birth, Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature, In paffion fhook. Glend. Coufin, of many men I do not bear thefe croffings: give me leave The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds [land, or Scot Car Can trace the in the tedious ways of art, In£09] quo¥ Or hold me pace in deep experiments...ral H Hot. I think there is no man fpeaks better Welch^ If to dinner, DAS 1197 İLE WG: 16 tad mor Mort. Peace, coufin Percy, you will make him mad, Glend. I can call fpirits from the vafty deep. - £ Hot. Why, fo can I, or fo can any man' But will they come when you do call for them?ð „F Glend. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil. Hot. And I can teach thee, coź, to shame the devil. By telling truth; Tell truth, and fhame the devil. If thou haft pow'r to raife him, bring him hither, !i And I'll be worn, I've pow'r to shame him hence. A Oh, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil! I Mort. Come, come ! w barwa il di No more of this unprofitable chat.ù to sin ophead Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made Against my pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent bu sali" i777 Him bootlefs home, and weathern-beaten backribis Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name? Glend. Come, here's the map thall we divide bur According to our threefold order ta'en?t în m [right, Mort. The Archdeacon hath divided it Into three limits very equally: { England, from Trent, and fevern hitherto, A 7 1 του And my good Lord of Worcester, will fet forth; bek My father Glendower is not ready yet, tour bed I Lords: Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. Hot. Methinks, my portion, north from Burton here, It fhall not wind with fuch a deep indent, Glend. Not wind? it fhall, it must; you see it doth. As on the other fide it takes from you. Wor. Yes, 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. Hot. Will not you? Glend. No, nor you fhall not. Hot. Who fhall fay me Nay? Glend. Why, that will I. Hot. Let me not understand you then, Speak it in Welch. Glend. I can fpeak English, Lord, as well as you, For I was train'd up in the English court: Where, being young, I framed to the harp Many an English ditty, lovely well, And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; 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'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd, VOL. IV. "Or "Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree, "And that would nothing fet my teeth on edge, Hot. I do not care; I'll give thrice fo much fand 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? T Glend The moon fhines fair, you may away by night: (I'll hate the writer *), and withal, Break with your wives of your departure hence: [Exit. Mort. Fie, coufin Percy, how you crofs my father? Hot. I cannot chufe; fometime he angers me, "With telling of the moldwarp and the ant †, "Of dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies; "And of a dragon, and a finlefs fish, "A clipt-wing griffin, and a moulting raven; "A couching lion, and a ramping cat; H 66 And fuch a deal of skimble-fkamble stuff, Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; He means the writer of the articles. Mr. Pope. This alludes to an old prophecy which is faid to have induced Owen Glendower to take arms against King Henry.. See Hall's chro nicle, folio 20, Mr. Pope. And And wondrous affable; as bountiful of India. Shall I tell you, coufin? He holds your temper in a high respect, Might fo have tempted him as you have done, Wor. In faith, my Lord, you are too wilful-blame, And, fince your coming here, have done enough To put him quite befides his patience. You must needs learn, Lord, to amend this fault: [Speed! Hot. Well, I am fchool'd: good manners be your Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. SCENE III. Enter Glendower, with the Ladies. Mort. This is the deadly fpight that angers me, My wife can fpeak no English, I no Welch. Glend. My daughter weeps, fhe will not part with She'll be a foldier too, fhe'll to the wars. [you; Mort. Good father, tell her, fhe and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct fpeedily. [Glendower peaks to her in Welch, and he an fwers him in the fame. Glend. She's defp'rate here: a peevish felf-will'd That no perfuafion can do good upon. [harlotry, [Lady Speaks in Welch. Mort. I understand thy looks; that pretty Welch, Which thou pour'ft down from those two (welling heaI am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In fuch a parly fhould I anfwer thee. [vens, [The Lady again in Welch. |