P. Henry. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: fearch his Pockets.

[He fearches his pockets, and finds certain papers. P. Henry. What hast thou found?

Peto. Nothing but papers, my lord.

P. Henry. Let's fee, what be they? read them.
Peto. Item, a capon, 2 s. 2 d.

Item, Sawce, 4d.

Item, Sack, two gallons, 5 s. 8 d.

Item, Anchoves and fack after fupper, 2 s. 6d.
Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

P. Henry. O monftrous! but one halfpenny-worth of bread, to this intolerable deal of fack? What there is elfe, keep clofe, we'll read it at more advantage; there let him fleep till day. I'll to the Court in the morning : we must all to the wars, and thy place fhall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot, and, I know, his death will be a march of twelvescore. The mony fhall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and fo good morrow, Peto.

Peta. Good morrow, good my lord.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, the Archdeacon of Bangor's House in WALES.

Enter Hot-fpur, Worcefter, Lord Mortimer, and Owen Glendower.

T

MORTIMER.

HESE promifes are fair, the parties fure, And our induction full of profp'rous hope. Hot. Lord Mortimer, and coufin Glendower, Will you fit down?

And,

And, uncle Worcester a plague upon it!
I have forgot the map.

Glend. No, here it is;

Sit, coufin Percy; fit, good coufin Hot-fpur:
For, by that name, as oft as Lancaster

Doth fpeak of you, his cheeks look pale; and with A rifing figh, he wifheth you in heav'n.

Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears Oven Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I blame him not: at my Nativity, The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes, Of burning Creffets; know, that, at my birth, The frame and the foundation of the earth Shook like a coward.

Hot. So it wou'd have done

At the fame season, if your mother's cat

Had kitten'd, though your felf had ne'er been born. Glend. I fay, the earth did shake when I was born. Hot. I fay, the earth then was not of my mind; If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it shook.

Glend. The heav'ns were all on fire, the earth did tremble.

Hot. O, then the earth fhook to fee the heav'ns on fire,

And not in fear of your nativity.

Difeafed Nature oftentimes breaks forth

In ftrange eruptions; and the teeming earth
Is with a kind of colick pinch'd' and vext,

By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement ftriving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
High tow'rs and mofs-grown fteeples. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature,
In paffion fhook.

Glend. Coufin, of many men

I do not bear thefe croffings: give me leave
To tell you once again, that at my birth
The front of heav'n was full of fiery fhapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were ftrangely clam'rous in the frighted fields:

Thefe

Thefe figns have mark'd me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do fhew,
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living, clipt in with the fea
That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland,
Who calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's fon,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Welf. I'll to dinner

Mort. Peace, coufin Percy; you will make him mad.
Glend. I can call Spirits from the vafty deep.
Hot. Why, fo can I, or fo can any man:

But, will they come when you do call for them?
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.
If thou haft pow'r to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be fworn, I've pow'r to shame him hence.
Oh, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
Mort. Come, come!

No more of this unprofitable chat.

Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head* Against my pow'r; thrice from the banks of Wye, And fandy-bottom'd Severn, have I fent

Him bootlefs home, and weather-beaten back.

Hot. Home, without boots, and in foul weather too! How 'fcapes he agues, in the devil's name?

Glend. Come, here's the Map: Shall we divide our Right,

According to our threefold order ta'en ?

Mort. Th' Archdeacon hath divided it
Into three limits, very equally :-

England, from Trent, and Severn hitherto,
By fouth and east, is to my part affign'd:
All weftward, Wales, beyond the Severn fhore,
And all the fertile land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower; and, dear Coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.

And

And our Indentures tripartite are drawn:
Which being fealed interchangeably,
(A bufinefs, that this night may execute)
To morrow, coufin Percy, you and I,

And my good lord of Worcester, will fet forth,
To meet your father, and the Scottish Power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.

My father Glendower is not ready yet,

Nor thall we need his help these fourteen days:
Within that space, you may have drawn together
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.
Glend. A fhorter time shall send me to you, lords:
And in my conduct fhall your ladies come,

From whom you now muft fteal, 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:

See, how this river comes me crankling in,
And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
A huge half-moon, a monftrous cantle out.
I'll have the Current in this place damm'd up:
And here the fmug and filver Trent shall run
In a new channel, fair and evenly:

It shall not wind with fuch a deep indent,
To rob me of fo rich a bottom here.

Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you fee, it doth. Mort. But mark, he bears his courfe, and runs me up With like advantage on the other fide,

Gelding th' opposed continent as much,

As on the other fide it takes from you.

Wor. Yes, but a little charge will trench him here, And on this north-fide win this cape of land,

And then he runs ftrait and even.

Hot. I'll have it fo, a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.

Hot. Will not you?

Glend. No, nor you shall not.

Hot. Who fhall fay me nay?

Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot.

Hot. Let me not understand you then,

Speak it in Welb.

Glend. I can fpeak English, lord, as well as you,
For I was train'd up in the English Court:
Where, being young, I framed to the harp
Many an English Ditty, lovely well,

And gave the tongue a helpful ornament;
A virtue, that was never feen in you.

--

Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart.
I had rather be a kitten, and cry, mew!
T'han one of these fame meeter-ballad-mongers;
I'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree,
And that would nothing fet my teeth on edge,
Nothing fo much as mincing Poetry;
'Tis like the forc'd gate of a fhuffling nag.
Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.

Hot. I do not care; I'll give thrice fo much land

To any well-deferving friend;

But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,

I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

Are the indentures drawn? fhall we be gone?

Glend. The moon fhines fair, you may away by

night:

(I'll hafte the writer) and withal,

Break with your Wives of your departure hence :
I am afraid my daughter will run mad;

So much the doteth on her Mortimer.

[Exit.

Mort. Fie, cousin Percy, how you cross my father? Hot. I cannot chufe; fometime he angers me, With telling of the Moldwarp and the Ant, Of dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies; And of a dragon, and a finless fish, A clipt-wing Griffin, and a moulting Raven ; A couching Lion, and a ramping Cat; And fuch a deal of skimble-skamble stuff, As puts me from my faith. I tell you what, He held me the last night at least nine hours, In reck'ning up the feveral devils names, That were his lackeys: I cry'd, hum,- and well,

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