Revolt our jubjects? That we cannot mend: They break their faith to God, as well as us. The worst is death, and death will have his day. SCROOP. Glad am I that your Highness is so arm'd To bear the tidings of calamity. Like an unfeasonable ftormy day, Which makes the filver rivers drown their fhores, As if the world were all diffolv'd to tears; Of Bolingbroke, cov'ring your fearful land With hard bright steel, and hearts more hard than steel. And all goes worse than I have pow'r to tell. K. RICH. Too well, too well, thou tell'ft a tale fo ill, Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? And And nothing can we call our own but death: How fome have been depos'd, fome flain in war ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene pomp; To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks: As if this flesh which walls about our life, Bores through his caftle walls, and farewel King! How can you fay to me I am a King? SHAKSPEARE. CHAP. CHA P. XIV. HOTSPUR AND GLENDOWER. GLEN. SIT, IT, coufin, Percy; fit, good coufin Hotspur ; Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale! and with HOT. And you in hell, as often as he hears GLEN. I blame him not at my nativity, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning creffets: know that at my birth The frame and the foundation of the earth Shook like a cowaard. HOT. So it would have done At the fame feason if your mother's cat Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it shook. GLEN. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did tremble. Hor. O, then the earth fhook to see the heav'ns on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Difeafed nature oftentimes breaks forth In ftrange eruptions; and the teeming earth Is with kind of colick pinch'd and vex'd, By the imprison of unruly wind Within her womb; which for enlargement striving, Our Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature GLEN. Coufin, of many men I do not bear these croffings: give me leave The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds I am not in the roll of common men. Where is he living, clipt in with the sea, That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland, And bring him out, that is but woman's son, Or hold me pace in deep experiments. HOT. I think there is no man speaks better Welch. GLEN. I can fpeak English, Lord, as well as you, Many an English ditty, lovely well, And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; Hor. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart, Than one of these fame metre-ballad mongers ! GLEN GLEN. And I can call fpirits from the vaftly deep. But will they come when you do call for them? GLEN. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil. Hor. And I can teach thee, coz, to fhame the devil, By telling truth; Tell truth and shame the devil. If thou hast power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be fworn, I've power to shame him hence. Oh, while you live, Tell truth and fhame the devil. SHAKESPEARE, CHA P. XV. HOTSPUR READING A LETTER. UT for mine own part, my Lord, I could be well B contented to be there, in relpect of the love I bear your houfe." He could be contented to be there; why is he not then?" In refpect of the love he bears our house!" He shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our houfe. Let me fee fome more. "The purpose you un"dertake 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 fafety. "The "purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you have "named uncertain, the time itfelf unforted, and your whole "plot too light, for the counterpoife of fo great an oppofi"tion." Say you fo, fay you fo! I fay unto you again, you are a fhallow 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-fpirited rogue this is? Why, my Lord |