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Revolt our jubjects? That we cannot mend :
Scroop. Glad am I that your Highness is so arm’d
K. Rich. Too well, too well, thou tell’ft a tale fo ills Where is the Earl of Wiltshire ? where is Bagot ? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? -No matter where ; of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs, Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write forrow on the bosom of the earth ! Let's chuse executors, and talk of wills ; And yet not so
--for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all, are Bolingbroke's,
And nothing can we call our own but death:
heads, and mock not flesh and blood
have but mistook me all this while.
CHA P. XIV.
HOTSPUR AND GLENDO WER.
GLEN. IT, 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 figh, he wisheth you in heav'n.
Hor. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.
Glen. I blame him not : at my nativity,
Hot. So it would have done
Glen. I say, the earth did shake when I was born.
Hor. 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. Hor. O, then the earth Mook 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 colick pinch'd and vex'd, By the imprison of unruly wind Within her womb ; which for enlargement striving, Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down High tow'rs and moss-govn stoeples. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, with this distemperature
Glen. Cousin, of many men
ways Or hold me pace in deep experiments.
Hot. I think there is no man speaks better Welch.
Glen. I can speak English, Lord, as well as you,
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'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree, And that would nothing set my teeth on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Glen. And I can call spirits from the vastly deep.
Hor. Why, so can I, or so can any man : But will they come when you do call for thein ?
Glen. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil.
Hot, And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil, By telling truth ; Tell truth and
shame the devil..
CH A P. XV.
HOTSPUR READING A LETTER.
UT for mine own part, my
Lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house." He could be contented to be there ; why is hc 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. “ 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 itself unforted, and your whole “ plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an oppofi“ tion,” Say you so, say you so ! I say unto you again, you are a fallow 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