Mort.
These Promises are fair, the Parties sure,
And our Induction full of prosperous hope.

Hotsp.
Lord Mortimer, and Cousin Glendower,
Will you sit down?
And Uncle Worcester; a plague upon it,
I have forgot the Map.

Glend.
No, here it is;
Sit Cousin Percy, sit good Cousin Hotspur:
For by that Name, as oft as Lancaster doth speak of you,
His Cheeks look pale, and with a rising sigh,
He wisheth you in Heaven.

Hotsp.
And you in Hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend.
I cannot blame him: At my Nativity,
The front of Heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning Creslets: and at my Birth,
The frame and foundation of the Earth
Shak'd like a Coward.

Hotsp.
Why so it would have done at the same Season, if your Mothers
Cat had but kitten'd, though your self had never been born.

Glend.
I say the Earth did shake when I was born.

Hotsp.
And I say the Earth was not of my mind:
If you suppose, as fearing you, it shook

Glen.
The Heavens were all on fire, the Earth did tremble.

Hotsp.
Oh, then the Earth shook.
To see the Heavens on fire.
And not in fear of your Nativity.
Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange Eruptions: And the teeming Earth
Is with a kind of Cholick pinch'd and vext,
By the imprisoning of unruly Wind
Within her Womb: which for enlargment striving,
Shakes the old Beldam Earth, and tumbles down
Steeples, and moss-grown Towers. At your Birth,
Our Grandam Earth, having this Distemperature,
In passion shook.

Glen.
Cousin: Of many Men
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 Heards
Were strangly clamorous to the frighted fields:

These Signs have mark'd me extraordinary,
And all the Courses of my life do shew,
I am not in the Roll of common Men.
Where is the Living, clipt in with the Sea,
That chides the Banks of England, Scotland and Wales,
Which calls me Pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but Womans Son,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of Art,
And hold me pace in deep Experiments.

Hotsp.
I think there's no Man speaks better Welsh?
I'll to dinner.

Mort.
Peace, Cousin Percy, you will make him mad.

Glend.
I can call Spirits from the vastie Deep.

Hotsp.
Why so can I, or so can any Man:
But will they come, when you do call for them?

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

Hotsp.
And I can teach thee, Cousin, 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 Bullingbrook made head
Against my power: thrice from the Banks of Wye,
And Sandy-bottom 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, her's the Map:
Shall we divide our Right,
According to our threefold order ta'ne?

Mort.
The Arch-Deacon hath divided it
Into three Limits, very equally:
England, from Trent, and Severn hitherto,
By South and East is to my part assign'd:
All Westward, Wales, beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile Land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower: and dear Couze, to you
The remnant Northward, lying off from Trent.
And our Indentures Tripartite are drawn:
Which being sealed enterchangeably,
(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, you may have drawn together
Your Tenants, Friends, and neighbouring Gentlemen.

Glend.
A short 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.

Hotsp.
Methinks my moity, 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 damn'd 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 bends his course,
And runs me up, with like advantage on the other side,
Gelding the opposing Continent as much,
As on the other side it takes from you.

Worc.
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.

Hotsp.
I'll have it so, a little Charge will do it.

Glend.
I'll not have it alter'd.

Hotsp.
Will not you?

Glend.
No, nor you shall not.

Hotsp.
Who shall say me nay?

Glend.
Why, that will I.

Hotsp.
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 Vertue that was never seen in you.

Hotsp.
Marry, and I am glad of it with all my Heart,
I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of these same meeter-Ballad-mongers:
I had rather hear a Brazen Candlestick tun'd,
Or a dry Wheel grate on the Axle-tree,
And that would set my teeth on Edge,
Nothing so much as mincing Poetrie;

'Tis like the forc'd gate of a shuffling Nag.

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

Hotsp.
I do not care: I'll 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 be gone? [Exeunt.

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