Our grandam earth, having this distemperature.
In passion shook.
Glend.Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave 36
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; 41
And all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea 44
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 48
And hold me pace in deep experiments.
Hot. I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
I'll to dinner.
Mort. Peace, cousin Percy! you will make him mad. 52
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 56
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, 60
And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
O! while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
35 passion: pain
44 clipp'd in with: surrounded by
45 chides: lashes
46 read to: instructed
48 trace: follow
art: magic
