Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. Glen. I can speak English, lord, as well as you: And gave the tongue a helpful ornament: Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart: I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Glen. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. 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. I Candlestick. Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? Glen. The moon shines fair; you may away by night: I'll in and haste the writer, and, withal, Break with your wives of your departure hence. So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit. Mor. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father! 1 Hot. I cannot choose: sometimes he angers me, A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, That were his lackeys: I cried, Humph,—and Well, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious Worse than a smoky house. I had rather live Mor. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; 1 Mole. Exceedingly well read, and profited In strange concealments; 1 valiant as a lion, Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; And since your coming hither, have done enough To put him quite beside his patience. You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault : Beguiling them of commendation. Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your speed! Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. 1 Skilled in wonderful secrets. 2 Conceit. Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. Mor. This is the deadly spite that angers me ;My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glen. My daughter weeps: she will not part with you; She 'll be a soldier too; she 'll to the wars. Mor. Good father, tell her, that she and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [Glendower speaks to his daughter in Welsh, and she answers him in the same. Glen. She's desperate here; a peevish self-will'd harlotry, One that no persuasion can do good upon. [Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. Mor. 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; But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue Glen. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. [Lady M. speaks again. Mor. O, I am ignorance itself in this. Glen. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down, And rest your gentle head upon her lap, Mor. With all my heart, I'll sit, and hear her sing: By that time will our book,1 I think, be drawn. And those musicians, that shall play to you, Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. [Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh ; And 'tis no marvel, he 's so humorous. 1 Our paper of conditions. |