Revolt our fubje&ts? That we cannot mend; Like an unfeafonable ftormy day, Which makes the filver rivers drown their fhores, So high above his limits fwells the rage K. RICH. Too well, too well, thou tell'it a tale fo ill, -No matter where; of comfort no man speak. Let's chufe executors, and talk of wills; And And nothing can we call our own but death: To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks: As if this flesh which walls about our life, Bores through his caftle walls, and farewel King! I live on bread like feel want like you; you, Tafte grief, need friends, like you: fubjected thus, SHAKSPEARE. СНА Р. CHAP. XIV. HOTSPUR AND GLENDOWER. GLEN. SIT, coufin, Percy; fit, good coufin Hotspur; For, by that name, as oft as Laneafter Doth fpeak of you, his cheek looks pale! and with Hor. And you in hell, as often as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. GLEN. I blame him not: at my nativity, The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning creffets: know that at my birth, The frame and the foundation of the earth Shook like a coward. HOT. So it would have done At the fame feafon if your mother's cat Had kitten'd, though yourself had ne'er been born. GLEN. The heav'ns were all of fire, the earth did tremble. HOT. O, then the earth fhook to fee the heav'ns on fire, And not in fear of your nativity. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In ftrange eruptions; and the teeming earth Within her womb; which for enlargement ftriving, Our Our grandam earth, with this diftemperature GLEN. Coufin, of many men I do not bear thefe.croffings: give me leave 'The front of heav'n wa that at my birth full of fiery fhapes; The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Or hold me pace in deep experiments. Hor. I think there is no man speaks better Welch, GLEN. I can fpeak English, Lord, as well as you, And gave the tongue a helpful ornament; A virtue that was never feen in you, Hor. Marry, and I'm glad of it with all my heart, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; And that would nothing fet my teeth on edge, GLEN. GLEN. And I can call fpirits from the vafty deep. GLEN. Why, I can teach thee to command the devil. Hor. And I can teach thee, coz, to fame the devil, SHAKSPEARE. CHA P. XV. HOTSPUR READING A LETTER. “BUT " UT for mine own part, my Lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear "your house." He could be contented to be there; why is he not then?" In respect of the love he bears our house!" He fhows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our houfe. Let me fee fome more. "The purpose you un"dertake is dangerous." Why, that is certain: it is dangerous to take a cold, to fleep, to drink : but I tell you, my Lord fool, out of this nettle danger, we pluck this flower fafety. purpofe you undertake is dangerous, the friends you have "named uncertain, the time itself unforted, and your "The whole plot too light, for the counterpoife of fo great an oppofi"tion." Say you fo, fay you fo! I fay unto you again, you are a fhallow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lackbrain is this? By the Lord, our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our friends true and conftant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a froity-spirited rogue this is? Why, my Lord |