me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins. Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt. ACT II I. SCENE I. Bangor. A room in the Archdeacon's house. Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER. Mor. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction 1 full of prosperous hope. Hot. Lord Mortimer,—and cousin Glendower,― Will you sit down? And, uncle Worcester. I have forgot the map. Glen. A plague upon it! No, here it is. Sit, 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 rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven. Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. Glen. I cannot blame him: at my nativity, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, 1 Beginning. Of burning cressets; 1 and, at my birth, The frame and huge foundation of the earth Hot. Why, so it would have done At the same season, if your mother's cat had But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. Glen. I say, the earth did shake when I was born. Hot. And I say, the earth was not of If you suppose, as fearing you it shook. my mind, Glen. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble. Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Glen. Cousin, of many men I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave 1 Lights set crosswise on beacons and poles were called cressets. 2 Tumbles. The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes; I am not in the roll of common men. Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales, Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? Or hold me pace in deep experiments. Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better I'll to dinner. Mor. Peace, cousin Percy: you will make him mad. Glen. 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? Glen. 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. hence. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. Mor. Come, come, No more of this unprofitable chat. Glen. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke 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? Glen. Come, here's the map. Shall we divide our right, According to our threefold order ta'en ? Mor. The archdeacon hath divided it England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, My father Glendower is not ready yet, Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days: Within that space, [to Glen.] you may have drawn together Your tenants, friends, and neighboring gentlemen. Glen. 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, In quantity equals not one of yours. 1 See, how this river comes me cranking 1 in, It shall not wind with such a deep indent, To rob me of so rich a bottom here. Glen. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth. Mor. Yea, 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, And on this north side win this cape of land; |