. And in my conduct shall your ladies come : 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, It shall not wind with such a deep indent, Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth. But mark, how he bears his course, and runs me up Wor. Yea, but a little charge will trench him here, Hot. I'll have it so; a little charge will do it. Speak it in Welsh. Will not you? Who shall say me nay? Let me not understand you then, 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 seen in you. Hot. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart; I had rather be a kitten, and cry-mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers: Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; "Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag. Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land To any well-deserving 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 shines fair, you may away by night: I'll haste the writer, and, withal, Break with your wives of your departure hence: [Exit. Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father! With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant, A clip-wing'd griffin, and a moulten raven, Worse than a smoky house:-I had rather live Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman; I warrant you, that man is not alive, Might so have tempted him as you have done, But do not use it oft, let me entreat you. Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame; You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault: [speed! Hot. Well, I am school'd; good manners be your Here come our wives, and let us take our leave. Re-enter GLENDOWER, with the Ladies. Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me,My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps; she will not part with She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. [you, Mort. Good father, tell her, that she, and my aunt Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [Percy, [Glendower speaks to his Daughter in Welsh, and she answers him in the same. Glend. She's desperate here; a peevish self-will'd harOne no persuasion can do good upon. [lotry, [Lady M. speaks to Mortimer in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou pourest down from these swelling heavens, I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In such a parley would I answer thee. [Lady M. speaks. I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation: But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue D Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad. Upon the wanton rushes lay you down, Mort. With all my heart I'll sit, and hear her sing: And those musicians that shall play to you, Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence; Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in thy lap. Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. [Glendower speaks some Welsh words, and then the Music plays. Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh ; And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous. By'r lady, he's a good musician. Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical; for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish. Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken? Lady P. Then be still. 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. A Welsh Song, sung by LADY MORTIMER. Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth. Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; and, As sure as day: And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, A good mouth-filling oath; and leave in sooth, Lady P. I will not sing. Hot. "Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redbreast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours; and so come in when ye will. [Exit. Glend, Come, come, lord Mortimer; you are as slow, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go. By this our book's drawn: we'll but seal, and then To horse immediately. Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt. SCENE 11. LONDON. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE of WALES, and Lords. K. Hen. Lords, give us leave; the prince of Wales and I, Must have some conference: But be near at hand, |