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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 com

mand The devil.

Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the. of Bezos 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. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Mort. Come, come, in '...!

iis No more of this unprofitable chat.

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke 96,598ie! made head Against my power: thrice from the banks of Wye, And sandy-bottom'd 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 three-fold 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 assign'd:
All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower:-and, dear coz, to you

No mor: Come, come truth, and shine him hence:


Mort. Yea, But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up With like advantage on the other side; Gelding the opposed continent as much, As on the other side it takes from you. Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him

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 alter'd.

Will not you?
Glend. No, nor you shall not.

Who shall say 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 seen in you.

Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my hearts I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: I had rather hear a brazen canstick’ turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry;

For I was train'd up in the English court :) The real name of Owen Glendower was Vaughan, and he was originally a barrister of the Middle Temple. 6 — the tongue -] The English language.

- a brazen canstick turn'd,] The word candlestick, which destroys the harinony of the line, is written canstick in the quartos, 1598, 1599, and 1608; and so it was pronounced. Heywood, and several of the old writers, constantly spell it in this manner.

'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 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? Glend. The moon shines fair, you may away by

night: I'll haste the writer, and, withal, Break with your wives of your departure hence: I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, So much she doteth on her Mortimer. Mort. Fye, cousin Percy! how you cross my fa

Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes 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 such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,
He held me, but last night, at least nine hours,
In reckoning up the several devils' names,
That were his lackeys: I cried, humph,--and well,

go to,-
But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house:- I had rather live
With cheese and garlick, in a windmill, far,

8 I'll haste the writer,] He means the writer of the articles.

9 of the moldwarp and the ant,] This alludes to an old prophecy, which is said to have induced Owen Glendower to take arms against King Henry. The mould-warp is the mole, so called because it renders the surface of the earth unlevel by the hillocks which it raises.

Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,
In any suminer-house in Christendom.

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman ;
Exceedingly well read, and profited.
In strange concealments;2 valiant as a lion,
And wond'rous affable; and as bountiful
As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin ?
He holds your temper in a high respect,
And curbs himself even of his natural scope,
When you do cross his humour; 'faith, he does:
I warrant you, that man is not alive,
Might so have tempted him as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof;
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-

blame; And since your coming hither have done enough To put him quite beside his patience. You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: Though sometimes it show greatness, courage,

blood, (And that's the dearest grace it renders you,) Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Defect of manners, want of government, Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain : The least of which, haunting a nobleman,. Loseth men's hearts; and leaves behind a stain Upon the beauty of all parts besides, Beguiling them of commendation. Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your

speed! Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

- profited
In strange concealments;] Skilled in wonderful secrets.
- opinion,] means here self-opinion, or conceit.

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