Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears

Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I cannot blame him.

At my nativity the front of heaven

Was full of fiery shapes, of burning cressets;
And at my birth the frame and huge foundations

Of the earth shaked like a coward.

Hot. Why, so it would have done

At the same season, if your mother's cat

Had kittened, 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

If you suppose as fearing you it shook.

my mind,

Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth

did tremble.

Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,

And not in fear of your nativity.

Diseaséd nature oftentimes breaks forth

In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of colic pinched and vexed

By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Shakes the old beldam 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
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 marked me extraordinary,
And all the courses of my life do show

I am not in the roll of common men.

Where is he living,-clipped in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland,
Wales,-

Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but woman's son,
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,

And hold me pace in deep experiments.

Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better Welsh.

I'll to dinner.

Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.

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 you, cousin, 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 have 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 bottomed 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.

our right,

Shall we divide

According to our three-fold order ta'en?

Mort. Aye, the archdeacon hath divided it

Into three limits very equally.

England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,

By south and east, is to my part assigned:
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 sealéd interchangeably-
A business that this night may execute-
To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I,

And my good lord of Worcester, 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 gentle

men.

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 here,

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 dammed 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. Yet, but

Mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up
With like advantage on the other side;
Gelding the opposéd continent as much.

As on the other side it takes from you.

Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him

here,

And on this north side win this cape of land ;
And then he runs straightly and evenly.

Hot. I'll have it so ; a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it altered.

Hot.

Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hot.

Glend. Why, that will I.

Will not you?

Who shall say me nay?