For any thing he shall be charg'd withal:
And fo let me intreat you leave the House.

Sher. I win, my Lord; there are two Gentlemen
Have in this Robbery loft three hundred Marks.

P. Henry. It may be fo; if he have robb'd these Men, He fhall be answerable; and fo farewel

Sher. Good Night, my noble Lord.

P. Henry. I think it is good Morrow, is it not?

Sher. Indeed, my Lord, I think it be two a Clock.[Exit. P. Henry. This oily Rafcal is known as well as Pauls; go 'call him forth.

Peto. Fulstaff? Fast asleep behind the Arras, and fnorting like a Horse.

P. Henry. Hark, how hard he fetches his Breath; fearch his Pockets. He fearcheth his Pockets, and findeth certain Papers. L P. Henry. What hast thou found?

Peto. Nothing but Papers, my Lord.

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

Item, Sawce, 4 d.

Item, Sack, two Gallons, 5 s. 4 d.

Item, Anchoves and Sack after Supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, Bread, ob.

P. Henry. O monftrous, but one half Penny-worth of Bread to this intolerable deal of Sack? What there is elfe, keep close, 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 Twelvefcore. The Mony shall be paid back again with Advantage. Be with me betimes in the Morning; and fo good morrow, Pete.

Pete. Good morrow, good my Lord.

Exeunt.

ACT

ACT III. SCENE I.

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

THefe

Mort.Hefe Promifes are fair, the Parties fure,
And our Induction full of profperous hope.

Hot. Lord Mortimer, and Coufin Glendower,
Will you fit down?

And Uncle Worcester-A plague upon it,
I have forgot the Map,

Glend. No, here it is;

Sit Coufin Percy, fit good Coufin Hotspur:

For by that Name, as oft as Lancaster doth fpeak of you,
His Cheeks look pale, and with a rifing figh,

He wisheth you in Heav'n.

Hot. And you in Hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I cannot blame him; at my Nativity,

The front of Heav'n was full of fiery Shapes,
Of burning Creffets; and at my Birth,

The frame and foundation of the Earth

Shak'd like a Coward.

Hot. Why fo it would have done at the fame Seafon, if your Mother's Cat had but kitten'd, though your self had

never been born.

Glend. I fay the Earth did shake when I was born.

Hot. And I fay the Earth was not of my Mind:

If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it shook.

Glend. The Heavens were all on fire, the Earth did tremble.
Hot. Oh, then the Earth shook

To fee the Heavens on fire,

And not in fear of your Nativity.

Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth

In ftrange Eruptions; and the teeming Earth
Is with a kind of Cholick pinch'd and vext,
By the imprifoning of unruly Wind

Within her Womb; which for enlargement ftriving,
Shakes the old Beldam Earth, and tumbles down

Steeples,

At your Birth,

Steeples, and mofs-grown Towers.

Our Grandam Earth, having 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 Shapes,
The Goats ran from the Mountains, and the Herds
Were ftrangely clamorous to the frighted Fields:
These Signs 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 the Living, clipt in with the Sea,
That chides the Banks of England, Scotland and 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's no Man fpeaks better Welfb.
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?

Glend. Why, I can teach thee, Coufin, to command the Devil.

Hot. And I can teach thee, Coufin, to fhame 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 fworn, I have Power to fhame him hence. Oh, while you live, tell Truth, and fhame the Devil. Mort. Come, come, no more of this unprofitable Chat. Glend. Three times hath Henry Bullingbroke made head Against my Power; thrice from the Banks of Wye, And Sandy-bottom'd Severn, have I sent 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,

Accord

According to our threefold order ta'en?
Mort. The Arch-Deacon hath divided it
Into three Limits, very equally:

England, from Trent, and Severn hitherto,
By South and Eaft, 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 Coufin to you
The remnant Northward, lying off from Trent.
And our Indentures Tripartite are drawn:
Which being fealed enterchangeably,

A Business 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 fhall 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 fhall fend me to you, Lords:
And in my Condu& fhall your Ladies come,
From whom you now must steal, and take no leave,
For there will be a World of Water fhed,

Upon the parting of

your

Wives and you.
Hot. Methinks my Moity, 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 monftrous Cantle out.
I'll have the Current in this place damn'd up:
And here the fmug, and Silver Trent shall run
In a new Channel, fair and evenly:

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

Glend. Not wind? It fhall, it muft, you fee it doth.
Mort. Yea, but mark how he bends his Course,
And runs me up, with like advantage on the other fide,
Gelding the oppofing Continent as much,

As on the other fide it takes from you.

Wor

Wor. Yea, 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 Chargé will do it.

Glend. I'll not have it alter'd.

Hot. Will not you?

Glend. No, nor you fhall not.
Hot. Who fhall fay me nay?
Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not understand you then, fpeak it in Welfb.
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
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 am glad of it with all my Heart.
I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew,
Than one of thefe fame Meeter-ballad-mongers,
I had rather hear a Brazen Candlestick tun'd,
Or a dry Wheel grate on the Axel-tree,
And that would fet my Teeth on Edge,
Nothing fo much as mincing Poetry;
'Tis like the forc'd Gate of a fhuffling Nag.
Glend. Come, you fhall 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? Shall 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.

you

[Exit.

crofs my

Father.

Mort. Fie, Coufin Percy, how
Hot. I cannot chufe; fometime he angers me,
With telling me of the Moldwarp and the Ant,
Of the Dreamer Merlin, and his Prophecies;
And of a Dragon, and a finless Fish,

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