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Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook.

Cousin, of many men

Glend.
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
To tell you once again, — that at my birth,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes:
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
These signs have marked me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show,

I am not in the roll of common men.

Where is he living,

clipped 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 son,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
And hold me pace in deep experiments.

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

Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man: But will they come, when you do call for them? Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command

The devil.

Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil,
By telling truth; tell truth, and shame the devil. —
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn, I have power to shame him hence.
Oh, while you live, tell truth, and shame 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 sandy-bottomed Severn, have I sent him,

Bootless home, and weather-beaten back.

Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too!

How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?

Glend. Come, here's the map; shall we divide our right, According to our threefold order ta’en ?

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

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
By south and east, is to my part assigned;
All westward 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 sealed interchangeably,
(A business that this night may execute,)
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you, and I,

And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.

My father, Glendower, is not ready yet,

Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:

Within that space, (To Glend.) you may have drawn together Your tenants, friends, and neighboring gentlemen.

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, lords,

And in my conduct shall your ladies come:

From whom you now must steal, and take no leave;
For there will be a world of water shed,

Upon the parting of your wives and you.

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

See, how this river comes me cranking in,
And cuts me from the best of all my land,
A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
I'll have the current in this place dammed up,
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

It shall not wind with such a deep indent,

To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth.
Mort. Yea,

But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up
With like advantage on the other side;

Gelding the opposéd continent as much

As on the other side it takes from you.

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here,

And on this north side win this cape of land;

And then he runs straight and even.

Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it.

Glend. I will not have it altered.

Hot.

Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hot.

Glend. Why, that will 1.

Hot.

Will not you?

Who shall say me nay?

Let me not understand you then,

Speak it in Welsh.

Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as y、1;
For I was trained up in the English court:

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

And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;

A virtue that was never seen in you.

Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart;

I had rather be a kitten, and cry

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-mew,

Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers,

I had rather hear a brazen canstick turned,
Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree,

And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry;

"T is like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turned.
Hot. I do not care: I'd give thrice so much land
To any well-deserving friend;

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

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

Are the indentures drawn? shall we begone?

SHAKEPRARE

THE WELSHMAN AND HIS LEEK

FLUELLEN -GOWER -PISTOL.

Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past.

Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you, as my friend, captain Gower. The rascally, scald, peggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, — which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, - he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires. (Enter Pistol.) Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock. Flu. T is no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks. Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lousy knave, Got pless you!

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Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?

Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.

Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it.

Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.

Flu. There is one goat for you. (Strikes him.) Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it?

Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the meantime, and eat your victuals come, there is sauce for it. (Striking him again.) You callea me yesterday, mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek.

Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonished him.

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or 1 will peat his pate four days: Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite ?

Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear

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Flu. Eat, I pray you: will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.

Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.

Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occasions to see lecks hereafter, I pray vou, mock at them; that is all.

Pist. Good.

Flu. Ay, leeks is goot :- hold you, there is a groat to heal your pate.

Pist. Me a groat.

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall eat.

Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge.

Flu. If I owe you anything, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a wood-monger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate. (Exit.) Pist. All hell shall stir for this.

Gow Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, - begun upon an honorable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valor,— and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and gulling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, he could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and, henceforth, let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well.

SHAKSPEARE.

THE DISGUISED KING.

KING HENRY V. -BATES

COURT -WILLIAMS.

Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?

Bates. I think it be but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day.

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Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, but, I think, shall never see the end of it. - Who goes there?

K. Hen. A friend.

Will. Under what captain serve you?

K. Hen. Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.

Will. A good old commander, and a most kind gentleman: 1 pray you, what thinks he of our estate?

K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide.

Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king!

K. Hen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am the violet smells to him, as it doth to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; all his senses have but human conditions: his ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man; and though his affections are higher mounted than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing: therefore when he sees reason of fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are. Yet, in reason, no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should

dishearten his army.

Bates. He may show what outward courage he will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 't is, he could wish himself in the Thames up to the neck; and so I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, so we were quit here.

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