ACT III.
Scene I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer, and Glendower.[2590]
Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure,
And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Hot. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,[2591]
Will you sit down?[2591]
And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it![2591]5
I have forgot the map.[2591][2592]
Glend. No, here it is.[2592]
Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,[2592]
For by that name as oft as Lancaster[2592][2593]
Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with[2592][2594]
A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.[2592][2595]10
Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity[2598]
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and at my birth[2599][2600]15
The frame and huge foundation of the earth[2599][2601]
Shaked like a coward.[2599][2602]
Glend. I say the earth did shake when I was born.
Hot. And I say the earth was not of my mind,[2607]
If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,[2608]25
And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth[2609]
Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind30
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down[2610]
Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth[2611]
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,[2612]
In passion shook.
Glend. Cousin, of many men35
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave[2613]
To tell you once again that at my birth
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.[2614]40
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of common men.[2615]
Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea[2616]
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,[2617]45
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out that is but woman's son[2618]
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art[2619]
And hold me pace in deep experiments.[2620]
Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.[2624]
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?55
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil[2627]
By telling truth: tell truth, and shame the devil.[2628]
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,60
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.[2629]
Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye[2630]65
And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him[2631][2632]
Bootless home and weather-beaten back.[2632][2633]
Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too![2634]
How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?[2635]
Glend. Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right[2636]70
According to our threefold order ta'en?
Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it[2637]
Into three limits very equally:
England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
By south and east is to my part assign'd:75
All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore.
And all the fertile land within that bound.
To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you[2638]
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn;[2639]80
Which being sealed interchangeably,
A business that this night may execute,
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I[2640]
And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth
To meet your father and the Scottish power,85
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,
Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days.
Within that space you may have drawn together[2641]
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.90
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[2642]
Upon the parting of your wives and you.95
Hot. Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,[2643]
In quantity equals not one of yours:
See how this river comes me cranking in,[2644]
And cuts me from the best of all my land
A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.[2645]100
I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;[2646]
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
In a new channel, fair and evenly;
It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.105
Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.
Mort. Yea, but[2647][2648]
Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up[2647][2648]
With like advantage on the other side;[2647]
Gelding the opposed continent as much[2647]110
As on the other side it takes from you.[2647]
Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here
And on this north side win this cape of land;
And then he runs straight and even.[2649]
Hot. I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.115
Glend. I'll not have it alter'd.[2650]
Hot. Will not you?
Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hot. Who shall say me nay?
Glend. Why, that will I.
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[2653]
Many an English ditty lovely well
And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,125
A virtue that was never seen in you.
Hot. Marry,[2654]
And I am glad of it with all my heart:[2654]
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;[2655]130
I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,[2656]
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,[2657]
Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.135
Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.
Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land[2658]
To any well-deserving friend;[2658][2659]
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.140
Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
Glend. The moon shines fair; you may away by night:[2660]
I'll haste the writer, and withal[2661][2662]
Break with your wives of your departure hence:[2662]
I am afraid my daughter will run mad,145
So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit.
Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father![2663]
Hot. I cannot choose: sometime he angers me[2664]
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,[2665]
Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,[2666]150
And of a dragon and a finless fish,
A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,[2667]
A couching lion and a ramping cat,[2668]
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,—155
He held me last night at least nine hours[2669]
In reckoning up the several devils' names
That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'[2670]
But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious[2671]
As a tired horse, a railing wife;[2672]160
Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live
With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
In any summer-house in Christendom.
Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,[2673]165
Exceedingly well read, and profited[2674]
In strange concealments, valiant as a lion[2675]
And wondrous affable and as bountiful[2675][2676]
As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?[2675][2677]
He holds your temper in a high respect[2675]170
And curbs himself even of his natural scope[2678]
When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:[2679]
I warrant you, that man is not alive
Might so have tempted him as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof:175
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;[2680]
And since your coming hither have done enough
To put him quite beside his patience.[2681]
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:180
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,—[2682]
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:185
The least of which haunting a nobleman[2683]
Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain[2684]
Upon the beauty of all parts besides,[2685]
Beguiling them of commendation.
Hot. Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed![2686]190
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
Re-enter Glendower with the ladies.[2687]
Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me;[2688]
My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
Glend. My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;[2689]
She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.195
Mort. Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy[2690]
Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
[Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she
answers him in the same.[2691]
Glend. She is desperate here; a peevish self-will'd harlotry,[2692][2693]
one that no persuasion can do good upon.[2693][2694]
[The lady speaks in Welsh.
Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh200
Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens[2695]
I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
In such a parley should I answer thee.
[The lady speaks again in Welsh.[2696]
I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
And that's a feeling disputation:[2697]205
But I will never be a truant, love,
Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,[2698]
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.210
Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.[2699]
[The lady speaks again in Welsh.
Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this!
Glend. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down[2700]
And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
And she will sing the song that pleaseth you215
And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep[2701]
As is the difference betwixt day and night
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team220
Begins his golden progress in the east.[2702]
Mort. With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:
By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.
Glend. Do so;
And those musicians that shall play to you[2703]225
Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,[2704]
And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.[2705]
Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down:[2706]
come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.[2706]
Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose.230
[The music plays.[2707]
Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;[2708]
And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.[2708]
By'r lady, he is a good musician.[2708]
Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical, for[2708][2709]
you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye[2708][2710]235
thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh.[2708]
Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.[2711]
Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken?[2712]
Hot. No.
Lady P. Then be still.240
Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.
Lady P. Now God help thee!
Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.
Lady P. What's that?
Hot. Peace! she sings.245
[Here the lady sings a Welsh song.
Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.[2713]
Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.
Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear[2714][2715]
like a comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and[2716]
'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and 'as[2717]250
sure as day,'[2714]
And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.[2718]
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'255
And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,[2719]
To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
Come, sing.
Lady P. I will not sing.
Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast[2720]260
teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these[2721]
two hours; and so, come in when ye will.[2722] [Exit.
Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow[2723]
As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.[2724]
By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,[2725]265
And then to horse immediately.[2725]
Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt.
Scene II. London. The palace.[2726]
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, and others.