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

Glend. I cannot blame him: 8 at my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning crefsets; and at my birth
The frame and the foundation of the earth
Shook like a coward.

Hot. Why, so it would have done
At the same season, if your mother's cat
Had kitten’d, though yourself had ne'er been born.

Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born.

Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, 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

And not in fear of your nativity.
9 Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions : oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex’d,
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Steeples, and moss-grown towers. At your birth,
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook.

Glend. Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave


at my nativity, &c.) Most of these prodigies appear to have been invented by Shakespeare. Holinned says only, “ Strange wonders happened at the nativity of this man; for “ the same night he was born, all his father's horses in the " ftable were found to stand in blood up to their bellies."

STEEVENS. 9 Difeafed nature-] The poet has here taken, from the perverseness and contrariousness of Hotspur's temper, an opportunity of raising his character, by a very rational and philosophical confutation of superstitious error. JOHNSON,

Το of art,

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.
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do shew,
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,
Who calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
Can trace me in the tedious

Or hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think there is no man speaks better Welsh.I will to dinner. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him

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?

Glend. Why, I can teach thee, cousin, to command
The devil.
Hot. And I can teach thee, cousin, to shame the

devil, By telling truth: Tell truth and shame the devil. If thou hast power to raise him, bring him hither, And I'll be sworn, I've power to shame him hence. O, 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 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

right, According to our three-fold order taken?

Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it Into three limits, very equally : England, from Trent, and Severn hitherto, By south and east, is to my part assign’d: All westward, Wales, beyond the Severn shore, And all the fertile land within that bound, To Owen Glendower; and, dear coz, to you The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. And our indentures tripartite are drawn: Which being sealed interchangeably, (A business that this night may execute) To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I, And my good lord of Wor’ster, will set forth To meet your father and the Scottish power, , 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 Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.

[To Glendower, 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


In quantity equals not one of yours.
See, how this river comes me cranking in,
And cuts me, from the best of all my land,
A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
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.



Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must; you see it doth.

Mort. But mark, he bears his course, and runs me up With like advantage on the other side, Gelding the opposed continent as much, As on the other side it takes from

Wor. Yes, but a little charge will trench him here,
And on this north-fide win this cape of land,
And then he runs straight 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 shall say me nay?
Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not understand you then ;
Speak it in Welsh.

Glend. I can speak 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 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 : I had rather hear % a brazen candlestick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ;And that would nothing set my teeth on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a fhuming nag.

Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn’d.

Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land To any well-deserving friend;


--the tongue-) The English language. JOHNSON.

a brazen candlestick turn’d,] The word candleffick, which destroys the harmony of the line, was anciently written canstick. Heywood, and several of the old writers, constantly spell it in this manner. STEVENS,


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 : 3.(I'll haste the writer) and, withal, Break with your wives of your departure hence. I am afraid, my daughter will run mad, So much she doateth on her Mortimer. (Exit.

Mort. Fie, cousin Percy, how you cross my father!

Hot. I cannot choose. Sometimes he angers me,
With telling 4 of the moldwarp and the ant,
Of the dreamer Merlin, and his prophecies ;
And of a dragon, and a finless fish,
A clip-wing griffin, and a moulting raven,
A couching lion, and a ramping cat,
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff,
As puts me from my faith.

faith. I tell you

whatHe held me the last night at least nine hours, In reckoning up the several devils names That were his lacqueys: I cry'd, hum,—and well,—go

to, But mark'd him not a word. O, he's as tedious As is a tired horse, a railing wife;

3 (I'll hafte the writer)- -] He means the writer of the articles. Pope.

-of the moldwarp and the ant, ] This alludes to an old prophecy, which is said to have induced Owen Glendower to také arms againit king Henry. See Hall's Chronicle, fo. 20.

POPE. So, in The Mirror of Magiftrates, written by Phaer, the old translator of Virgil, Owen Glendower is introduced speaking of himself,

" And for to set us hereon more agog,
A prophet came (a vengeance take them all!)

Affirming Henry to be Gogmagog,
" Whom Merlin doth a mouldwarpe ever call,
“ Accurs'd of God, that must be brought in thrall,
“ By a wolfe, a dragon, and a lion strong,
" Which should divide his kingdoin them among."





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