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 command The devil. Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, 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. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Mort. Come, come, No more of this unprofitable chat. [head Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke inade 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 According to our threefold order ta'en? Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, My father Glendower is not ready yet, [right, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:Within that space [To Glendower], you may have drawn together Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen. Glend. A shorter 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. Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton here, It shall not wind with such a deep indent, Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth. But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up As on the other side it takes from you. Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here, Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. Glend. No, nor you shall not. Hot. Speak it in Welsh. Will not you? Who shall say me nay? Let me not understand you then, 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 heart; I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; "Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag. 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: [Exit. Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father! With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, Worse than a smoky house:-I had rather live Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; I warrant you, that man is not alive, Might so have tempted him as you have done, But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: [speed! Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,— My wife can speak no. English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part with She'll be a soldier toe, she'll to the wars. [you, 'Mort. Good father, tell her,-that she, and my aunt Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [Percy, [Glendower speaks to his Daughter in Welsh, and she answers him in the same. Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-will'd har One no persuasion can do good upon. [lotry, [Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou pourest down from these swelling heavens, I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In such a parley would I answer thee. [Lady M. speaks. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation: But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue D Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing: And those musicians that shall play to you, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy lap. Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. [Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the Music plays. Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh ; And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous. By'r lady, he's a good musician. Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical; for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken? Lady P. Then be still. Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. Lady P. Now God help thee! |