Act 3 — Scene I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.

Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction full of prosperous hope. Hot. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,[2591] Will you sit down?[2591] And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it![2591]5 I have forgot the map.[2591][2592] Glend. No, here it is.[2592] Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,[2592] For by that name as oft as Lancaster[2592][2593] Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with[2592][2594] A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.[2592][2595]10 Hot. And you in hell, as oft as lie hears Owen[2596][2597] Glendower spoke of.[2596] Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity[2598] The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets; and at my birth[2599][2600]15 The frame and huge foundation of the earth[2599][2601] Shaked like a coward.[2599][2602] Hot. Why, so it would have done at the same season,[2603][2604] if your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself had[2603][2605] never been born.[2603][2606]20 Glend. I say the earth did shake when I was born. Hot. And I say the earth was not of my mind,[2607] 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 fire,[2608]25 And not in fear of your nativity. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth[2609] Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd By the imprisoning of unruly wind30 Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down[2610] Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth[2611] Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,[2612] In passion shook. Glend. Cousin, of many men35 I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave[2613] 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.[2614]40 These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.[2615] Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea[2616] That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,[2617]45 Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me? And bring him out that is but woman's son[2618] Can trace me in the tedious ways of art[2619] And hold me pace in deep experiments.[2620] Hot. I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.[2621][2622]50 I'll to dinner.[2621][2623] Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.[2624] 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?55 Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command[2625][2626] The devil.[2626] Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil[2627] By telling truth: tell truth, and shame the devil.[2628] If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,60 And I 'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil! Mort. Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.[2629] Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye[2630]65 And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him[2631][2632] Bootless home and weather-beaten back.[2632][2633] Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too![2634] How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?[2635] Glend. Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right[2636]70 According to our threefold order ta'en? Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it[2637] Into three limits very equally: England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, By south and east is to my part assign'd:75 All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore. And all the fertile land within that bound. To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you[2638] The remnant northward, lying off from Trent. And our indentures tripartite are drawn;[2639]80 Which being sealed interchangeably, A business that this night may execute, To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I[2640] And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth To meet your father and the Scottish power,85 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[2641] Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.90 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[2642] Upon the parting of your wives and you.95 Hot. Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,[2643] In quantity equals not one of yours: See how this river comes me cranking in,[2644] And cuts me from the best of all my land A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.[2645]100 I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;[2646] 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.105 Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth. Mort. Yea, but[2647][2648] Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up[2647][2648] With like advantage on the other side;[2647] Gelding the opposed continent as much[2647]110 As on the other side it takes from you.[2647] Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here And on this north side win this cape of land; And then he runs straight and even.[2649] Hot. I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.115 Glend. I'll not have it alter'd.[2650] 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[2651][2652] Welsh.[2651]120 Glend. I can speak English, lord, as well as you; For I was train'd up in the English court; Where, being but young, I framed to the harp[2653] Many an English ditty lovely well And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,125 A virtue that was never seen in you. Hot. Marry,[2654] And I am glad of it with all my heart:[2654] I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;[2655]130 I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,[2656] Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,[2657] Nothing so much as mincing poetry: 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.135 Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd. Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land[2658] To any well-deserving friend;[2658][2659] But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.140 Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? Glend. The moon shines fair; you may away by night:[2660] I'll haste the writer, and withal[2661][2662] Break with your wives of your departure hence:[2662] I am afraid my daughter will run mad,145 So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit. Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father![2663] Hot. I cannot choose: sometime he angers me[2664] With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,[2665] Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,[2666]150 And of a dragon and a finless fish, A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,[2667] A couching lion and a ramping cat,[2668] And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,—155 He held me last night at least nine hours[2669] In reckoning up the several devils' names That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'[2670] But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious[2671] As a tired horse, a railing wife;[2672]160 Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, Than feed on cates and have him talk to me In any summer-house in Christendom. Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,[2673]165 Exceedingly well read, and profited[2674] In strange concealments, valiant as a lion[2675] And wondrous affable and as bountiful[2675][2676] As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?[2675][2677] He holds your temper in a high respect[2675]170 And curbs himself even of his natural scope[2678] When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:[2679] I warrant you, that man is not alive Might so have tempted him as you have done, Without the taste of danger and reproof:175 But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;[2680] And since your coming hither have done enough To put him quite beside his patience.[2681] You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:180 Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,—[2682] And that's the dearest grace it renders you,— Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage, Defect of manners, want of government, Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:185 The least of which haunting a nobleman[2683] Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain[2684] Upon the beauty of all parts besides,[2685] Beguiling them of commendation. Hot. Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed![2686]190 Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.

Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me;[2688] My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;[2689] She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.195 Mort. Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy[2690] Shall follow in your conduct speedily.

Glend. She is desperate here; a peevish self-will'd harlotry,[2692][2693] one that no persuasion can do good upon.[2693][2694]

Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh200 Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens[2695] I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In such a parley should I answer thee.

I understand thy kisses and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation:[2697]205 But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,[2698] Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division, to her lute.210 Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.[2699]

Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this! Glend. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down[2700] And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you215 And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep[2701] As is the difference betwixt day and night The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team220 Begins his golden progress in the east.[2702] Mort. With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing: By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. Glend. Do so; And those musicians that shall play to you[2703]225 Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,[2704] And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.[2705] Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down:[2706] come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.[2706] Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose.230

Hot. Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;[2708] And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.[2708] By'r lady, he is a good musician.[2708] Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical, for[2708][2709] you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye[2708][2710]235 thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh.[2708] Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.[2711] Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken?[2712] Hot. No. Lady P. Then be still.240 Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. Lady P. Now God help thee! Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Lady P. What's that? Hot. Peace! she sings.245

Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.[2713] Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth. Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear[2714][2715] like a comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and[2716] 'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and 'as[2717]250 sure as day,'[2714] And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.[2718] Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'255 And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,[2719] To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens. Come, sing. Lady P. I will not sing. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast[2720]260 teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these[2721] two hours; and so, come in when ye will.[2722] [Exit. Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow[2723] As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.[2724] By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,[2725]265 And then to horse immediately.[2725] Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt.