He searcheth his Pockets, and findeth
certaine Papers.
What hast thou found?
Peto.
Nothing but Papers, my Lord.
Prince.
Let's see, what be they? reade them.
Peto.
Item, a Capon.ii.s.ii.d.
Item, Sawceiiii.d.
Item, Sacke, two Gallons.v.s.viii.d.
Item, Anchoues and Sacke after Supper.ii.s.vi.d.
Item, Bread.ob.
Prince.
O monstrous, but one halfe penny-worth of Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke? What there is else, keepe close, wee'le reade it at more aduantage: there let him sleepe till day. Ile to the Court in the Morning: Wee must all to the Warres, and thy place shall be honorable. Ile procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot, and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue-score. The Money shall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage. Be with me betimes in the Morning: and so good morrow Peto.
Peto. Good morrow, good my Lord. Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Enter Hotspurre, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, Owen Glendower.
Mort.
These promises are faire, the parties sure,
And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Eotsp.
Lord Mortimer, and Cousin Glendower,
Will you sit downe?
And Vnckle Worcester; a plague vpon it,
I haue forgot the Mappe.
Glend.
No, here it is:
Sit Cousin Percy, sit good Cousin Hotspurre:
For by that Name, as oft as Lancaster doth speake of you,
His Cheekes looke pale, and with a rising sigh,
He wisheth you in Heauen.
Hotsp.
And you in Hell, as oft as he heares Owen Glendower spoke of.
Glend.
I cannot blame him: At my Natiuitie,
The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes,
Of burning Cressets: and at my Birth,
The frame and foundation of the Earth
Shak'd like a Coward.
Hotsp.
Why so it would haue done at the same season, if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd, though your selfe had neuer beene borne.
Glend.
I say the Earth did shake when I was borne.
Hotsp.
And I say the Earth was not of my minde,
If you suppose, as fearing you, it shooke.
Glend.
The heauens were all on fire, the Earth did tremble.
Hotsp.
Oh, then the Earth shooke
To see the Heauens on fire,
And not in feare of your Natiuitie.
Diseased Nature oftentimes breakes forth
In strange eruptions; and the teeming Earth
Is with a kinde of Collick pincht and vext,
By the imprisoning of vnruly Winde
Within her Wombe: which for enlargement striuing,
Shakes the old Beldame Earth, and tombles downe
Steeples, and mosse-growne Towers. At your Birth,
Our Grandam Earth, hauing this distemperature,
In passion shooke.
Glend.
Cousin: of many men
I doe not beare these Crossings: Giue me leaue
To tell you once againe, that at my Birth
The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes,
The Goates ranne from the Mountaines, and the Heards
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields:
These signes haue markt me extraordinarie,
And all the courses of my Life doe shew,
I am not in the Roll of common men.
Where is the Liuing, clipt in with the Sea,
That chides the Bankes of England, Scotland, and Wales,
Which calls me Pupill, or hath read to me?
And bring him out, that is but Womans Sonne,
Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art,
And hold me pace in deepe experiments.
Hotsp.
I thinke there's no man speakes better Welsh:
Ile to Dinner.
Mort.
Peace cousin Percy, you will make him mad.
Glend.
I can call Spirits from the vastie Deepe.
Hotsp.
Why so can I, or so can any man:
But will they come, when you doe call for them?
Glend.
Why, I can teach thee, Cousin, to command the Deuill.
Hotsp.
And I can teach thee, Cousin, to shame the Deuil,
By telling truth. Tell truth, and shame the Deuill.
If thou haue power to rayse him, bring him hither,
And Ile be sworne, I haue power to shame him hence.
Oh, while you liue, tell truth, and shame the Deuill.
Mort.
Come, come, no more of this vnprofitable Chat.
Glend.
Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head
Against my Power: thrice from the Banks of Wye,
And sandy-bottom'd Seuerne, haue I hent him
Bootlesse home, and Weather-beaten backe.
Hotsp.
Home without Bootes,
And in foule Weather too,
How scapes he Agues in the Deuils name?
Glend.
Come, heere's the Mappe:
Shall wee diuide our Right,
According to our three-fold order ta'ne?
Mort.
The Arch-Deacon hath diuided it
Into three Limits, very equally:
England, from Trent, and Seuerne. hitherto,
By South and East, is to my part assign'd:
All Westward, Wales, beyond the Seuerne shore,
And all the fertile Land within that bound,
To Owen Glendower: And deare Couze, to you
The remnant Northward, lying off from Trent.
And our Indentures Tripartite are drawne:
Which being sealed enterchangeably,
(A Businesse that this Night may execute)
To morrow, Cousin Percy, you and I,
And my good Lord of Worcester, will set forth,
To meete your Father, and the Scottish Power,
As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury.
My Father Glendower is not readie yet,
Nor shall wee neede his helpe these foureteene dayes:
Within that space, you may haue drawne together
Your Tenants, Friends, and neighbouring Gentlemen.
Glend.
A shorter time shall send me to you, Lords:
And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come,
From whom you now must steale, and take no leaue,
For there will be a World of Water shed,
