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Bade the rough waves subside in peace, and steer'd
You may despise, perhaps, that useless aid,
Edw. Know too, reproach for benefits receiv'd
War. Why that indeed is frugal honesty;
Edw. When you have counted o'er the num'rous train
make you ample satisfaction. War. Thou canst not: thou hast robb’d me of a jewel It is not in thy power to restore ; I was the first, shall future annals say, \ That broke the sacred bond of public trust, And mutual confidence ; ambassadors In after times, mere instruments perhaps Of venal statesmen, shall recal my name, To witness that they want not an example, And plead my guilt, to sanctify their own. Amidst the herd of mercenary slaves, That haunt your court, could none be found but Warwick, To be the shameless herald of a lie?
Edw. And wouldst thou turn the vile reproach on me?
War. I've been abus’d, insulted, and betray'd;
Edw. These gusts of passion
wounds As deep, though not so fatal"; such, perhaps, As none but fair Elizabeth can curc.
Edw. Nay, start not; I have cause
War. And so have I ;
Edw. I scorn it, Sir Elizabeth hath charins,
War. By Heav'n, 'tis false!
But be it as it may,
War. Prerogative! what's that? the boast of tyrants !
Edu. And therefore de I prize it: I would guard
War. Go to your darling people, then; for soon,
Their boasted zeal, and see if one of them
Edw. Is it so, my lord ?
War. Look well then to your own;
Edw. Nor he who threaten'd Edward-
HOTSPUR AND GLENDOWER.
Glen. Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur ; For by that name as oft as Lancaster Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale! and with A risen sigli, he wisheth you in Heav'n.
Hot. And you in Hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.
Glen. I blame him not: at my nativity The front of Heav'n was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; know, that at my birth The frame and the foundation of the earth Shook like a coward.
Hot. So it would have done
Glen. I say, the earth did shake when I was born.
Hot. I say, the earth then was not of my mind, If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.
Glen. The Heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did
tremble. Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the Heav'ns 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 colic pinch'd and vex'd, By the impris'ning of unruly wind Within her womb, which, for enlargement striving, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down High tow'rs and moss-grown steeples. At your birth, Our grandam earth with this distenperature In passion shook. Ĝlen. Cousin, of
Hot. I think there is no man speaks better Welsh.
Glen. I can speak English, Lord, as well as you ;
to the harp
Nothing so much as mincing poetry;
Glen. 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?
Glen. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil.
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz; lo shame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth, and share the devil. If thou hast pow'r to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn I've pow'r to drive him hence. O, while you live, Téll truth, and shame the devil.
HOTSPUR READING A LETTER.
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But for my own part, my Lord, I couid be well con“ tented to be there in respect of the love I bear your “ house." . He could be contented to be there ; why is he not then? “ In respect of the love he bears our house?” He shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more.
pose you undertake is dangerous." Why, that is certain: it is dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : but I tell you, my Lord fool, out of this nettle danger we pluck this flower safety. “ The purpose you undertake is dan
gerous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time “ itself unsurted, and your whole plot too light for the "counterpoise of so great an oppoeition.” Say you so! say you so! I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackbrain is this ! By the Lord, our plot' is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends true and constant; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation ; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue this is ! Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Are there not my father, my uncle, and myself, lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and