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Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Glend. I cannot blame him: 8 at my nativity
Hot. Why, so it would have done
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
Glend. Cousin, of many men
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
Hot. I think there is no man speaks better Welsh.I will to dinner. Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him
Hot. Why, so can I; or so can any man:
Glend. Why, I can teach thee, cousin, to command
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.
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
Hot. I'll have it fo; a little charge will do it.
Hot. Let me not understand you then ;
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,
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,
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,
Affirming Henry to be Gogmagog,