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Sher. Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. [Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier. P. Hen. This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go, call him forth.
Poins. Falstaff!-fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse.
P. Hen. Hark, how hard he fetches breath: Search his pockets. [POINS searches.] What hast thou found?
Poins. Nothing but papers, my lord.
P. Hen. Let's see what they be: read them.
Item, Sauce, 4d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchovies, and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
P. Hen. O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack !-What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot; and, I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score.' The money shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Poins.
Poins. Good morrow, good my lord. [Exeunt.
I know, his death will be a march of twelve-score.] i. e. It will kill him to march so far as twelve-score yards.
SCENE I. Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's House.
Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER.
Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure, And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Hot. Lord Mortimer,-and cousin Glendower,Will you sit down?
And, uncle Worcester:-A plague upon it!
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.
Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears
Owen Glendower spoke of.
Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity,
Why, so it would have done At the same season, if your mother's cat had But kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born.
induction] That is, entrance; beginning.
9 Of burning cressets;] A cresset was a great light set upon a beacon, light-house, or watch-tower: from the French word croissette, a little cross, because the beacons had anciently crosses on the top of them.
Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.
Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
Hot. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature1 oftentimes breaks forth
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living,-clipp'd in with the sea
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And hold me pace in deep experiments.
1 Diseased nature-] The poet has here taken, from the perverseness and contrariousness of Hotspur's temper, an opportunity of raising his character, by a very rational and philosophical confutation of superstitious error. JOHNSON.
2 and topples down -] To topple is to tumble.
Hot. I think, there is no man speaks better
I will to dinner.
Mort. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.
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 you, cousin, to command
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the
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. Mort. Come, come,
No more of this unprofitable chat.
Glend. Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke 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.
Hot. Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
Glend. Come, here's the map; Shall we divide our right,
According to our three-fold order ta'en?
Mort. The archdeacon hath divided it.
England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And my good lord of Worcester, will set forth,
My father Glendower is not ready yet,
Nor shall we need his help these fourteen days:Within that space, [To GLEND.] you may have drawn together
Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentle
Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you,
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.
Hot. Methinks, my moiety, north from Burton
In quantity equals not one of
It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
Glend. Not wind? it shall, it must; you see, it doth.
3 Methinks, my moiety,] The division is here into three parts, -A moiety was frequently used by the writers of Shakspeare's age, as a portion of any thing, though not divided into two equal parts. cantle out.] A cantle is a corner, or piece of any thing.