Henry IV, Pt. 1
Act 3, Scene 1
Wales. Glendower’s castle.
- Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, Owen Glendower.
Mortimer2 - 3
- These promises are fair, the parties sure,
- And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Hotspur4 - 7
- Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,
- Will you sit down?
- And uncle Worcester—a plague upon it!
- I have forgot the map.
Glendower8 - 12
- No, here it is.
- Sit, cousin Percy, sit, good cousin Hotspur,
- For by that name as oft as Lancaster
- Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale, and with
- A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.
Hotspur13 - 14
- And you in hell, as oft as he hears
- Owen Glendower spoke of.
Glendower15 - 19
- 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 foundation of the earth
- Shak’d like a coward.
Hotspur20 - 22
- Why, so it would have done
- At the same season if your mother’s cat had
- But kitten’d, though yourself had never been born.
- I say the earth did shake when I was born.
Hotspur24 - 25
- And I say the earth was not of my mind,
- If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
- The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
Hotspur27 - 37
- O then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
- And not in fear of your nativity.
- Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
- In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
- Is with a kind of colic pinch’d and vex’d
- By the imprisoning of unruly wind
- Within her womb, which, for enlargement striving,
- Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
- Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
- Our grandam earth, having this distemp’rature,
- In passion shook.
Glendower38 - 52
- 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 mark’d me extraordinary,
- And all the courses of my life do show
- I am not in the roll of common men.
- Where is he living, clipt 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.
Hotspur53 - 54
- I think there’s no man speaks better Welsh.
- I’ll to dinner.
- Peace, cousin Percy, you will make him mad.
- I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hotspur57 - 58
- Why, so can I, or so can any man,
- But will they come when you do call for them?
Glendower59 - 60
- Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
- The devil.
Hotspur61 - 65
- 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 have power to shame him hence.
- O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
- Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.
Glendower67 - 70
- Three times hath Henry Bullingbrook made head
- Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
- And sandy-bottom’d Severn have I sent him
- Bootless home and weather-beaten back.
Hotspur71 - 72
- Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
- How scapes he agues, in the devil’s name?
Glendower73 - 74
- Come, here is the map. Shall we divide our right
- According to our threefold order ta’en?
Mortimer75 - 93
- The Archdeacon hath divided it
- Into three limits very equally:
- England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
- By south and east is to my part assign’d;
- 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 sealed interchangeably
- (A business that this night may execute),
- Tomorrow, 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 neighboring gentlemen.
Glendower94 - 98
- 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.
Hotspur99 - 108
- Methinks my moi’ty, 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 damm’d 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.
- Not wind? It shall, it must, you see it doth.
Mortimer110 - 114
- Yea, but
- Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
- With like advantage on the other side,
- Gelding the opposed continent as much
- As on the other side it takes from you.
Earl of Worcester115 - 117
- Yea, but a little charge will trench him here,
- And on this north side win this cape of land,
- And then he runs straight and even.
- I’ll have it so, a little charge will do it.
- I’ll not have it alt’red.
- Will not you?
- No, nor you shall not.
- Who shall say me nay?
- Why, that will I.
Hotspur124 - 125
- Let me not understand you then,
- Speak it in Welsh.
Glendower126 - 131
- 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.
Hotspur132 - 140
- And I am glad of it with all my heart.
- I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
- Than one of these same meter ballet-mongers.
- I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn’d,
- Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree,
- And that would set my teeth nothing an edge,
- Nothing so much as mincing poetry.
- ’Tis like the forc’d gait of a shuffling nag.
- Come, you shall have Trent turn’d.
Hotspur142 - 146
- 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?
Glendower147 - 151
- The moon shines fair, you may away by night.
- I’ll haste the writer, and withal
- Break with your wives of your departure hence.
- I am afraid my daughter will run mad,
- So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
- Fie, cousin Percy, how you cross my father!
Hotspur154 - 170
- I cannot choose. Sometime 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,
- A clip-wing’d griffin and a moulten raven,
- A couching lion and a ramping cat,
- And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
- As puts me from my faith. I tell you what:
- He held me last night at least nine hours
- In reckoning up the several devils’ names
- That were his lackeys. I cried “hum,” and “well, go to,”
- But mark’d him not a word. O, he is as tedious
- As a tired horse, a railing wife,
- Worse than a smoky house. I had rather live
- With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
- Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
- In any summer house in Christendom.
Mortimer171 - 182
- In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
- Exceedingly well read, and profited
- In strange concealments, valiant as a lion,
- And wondrous affable, and as bountiful
- As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
- He holds your temper in a high respect,
- And curbs himself even of his natural scope
- When you come ’cross his humor, faith, he does.
- I warrant you, that man is not alive
- Might so have tempted him as you have done,
- Without the taste of danger and reproof.
- But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Earl of Worcester183 - 195
- In faith, my lord, you are too willful-blame,
- And since your coming hither have done enough
- To put him quite besides his patience.
- You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault;
- Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood—
- And that’s the dearest grace it renders you—
- Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
- Defect of manners, want of government,
- Pride, haughtiness, opinion, and disdain,
- The least of which haunting a nobleman
- Loseth men’s hearts and leaves behind a stain
- Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
- Beguiling them of commendation.
Hotspur196 - 197
- Well, I am school’d: good manners be your speed!
- Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
- Enter Glendower with the Ladies.
Mortimer199 - 200
- This is the deadly spite that angers me:
- My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
Glendower201 - 202
- My daughter weeps, she’ll not part with you,
- She’ll be a soldier too, she’ll to the wars.
Mortimer203 - 204
- Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy
- Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
- Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the
Glendower207 - 208
- She is desperate here, a peevish self-will’d harlotry,
- One that no persuasion can do good upon.
- The lady speaks in Welsh.
Mortimer210 - 221
- 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 should I answer thee.
- The lady again in Welsh.
- 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
- Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn’d,
- Sung by a fair queen in a summer’s bow’r,
- With ravishing division, to her lute.
- Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
- The lady speaks again in Welsh.
- O, I am ignorance itself in this!
Glendower225 - 233
- She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down,
- And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
- And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,
- And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
- Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
- Making such difference ’twixt wake and sleep
- As is the difference betwixt day and night
- The hour before the heavenly-harness’d team
- Begins his golden progress in the east.
Mortimer234 - 235
- With all my heart I’ll sit and hear her sing.
- By that time will our book, I think, be drawn.
Glendower236 - 239
- Do so,
- And those musicians that shall play to you
- Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,
- And straight they shall be here. Sit and attend.
Hotspur240 - 241
- Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down.
- Come, quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
- Go, ye giddy goose.
- The music plays.
Hotspur244 - 246
- Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh,
- And ’tis no marvel he is so humorous.
- By’r lady, he is a good musician.
Lady Percy247 - 249
- Then should you be nothing but musical, for you are
- altogether govern’d by humors. Lie still, ye thief, and hear
- the lady sing in Welsh.
- I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
- Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
- Then be still.
- Neither, ’tis a woman’s fault.
- Now God help thee!
- To the Welsh lady’s bed.
- What’s that?
- Peace, she sings.
- Here the lady sings a Welsh song.
- Come, Kate, I’ll have your song too.
- Not mine, in good sooth.
Hotspur262 - 272
- 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
- And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths
- As if thou never walk’st further than Finsbury.
- Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
- A good mouth-filling oath, and leave “in sooth,”
- And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
- To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
- Come sing.
- I will not sing.
Hotspur274 - 276
- ’Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be redbreast teacher.
- And the indentures be drawn, I’ll away within these two
- hours, and so come in when ye will.
Glendower278 - 281
- Come, come, Lord Mortimer, you are as slow
- As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.
- By this our book is drawn, we’ll but seal,
- And then to horse immediately.
- With all my heart.