TRUTH. (Henry the Fourth.) HOTSPUR-OWEN GLENDOWER-MORTIMER. Glendower. 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. Hotspur. And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of. Glendower. 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 Hotspur. Why, so it would have done at the same season, if your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself had never been born. Glendower. I say the earth did shake when I was born. Hotspur. And I say the earth was not of my mind, If you suppose as fearing you it shook. Glendower. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble. Hotspur. 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 pinched and vexed By the imprisoning of unruly wind Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving, Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, Glendower. 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, clipped in with the sea That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales, And bring him out that is but woman's son Hotspur. I think there's no man speaks better Welsh. I'll to dinner. Mortimer. Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad. Glendower. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur. Why, so can I or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them? Glendower. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command Hotspur. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil W. Shakespeare. UNA AND THE LION. (Faery Queen.) YET she, most faithful lady, all this while Far from all people's preace, as in exile, Through that late vision which th' enchanter wrought, Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought, Yet wished tidings none of him unto her brought. One day, nigh weary of the irksome way, It fortunèd, out of the thickest wood With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, To have at once devoured her tender corse; And, with the sight amazed, forgat his furious force. Instead thereof, he kissed her weary feet, 'The lion, lord of every beast in field,' As the god of my life? why hath he me abhorred ?' Redounding tears did choke th' end of her plaint, To seek her strayèd champion if she might attain. The lion would not leave her desolate, Still, when she slept, he kept both watch and ward; E. Spenser. THE NIGHT BEFORE AGINCOURT. (Henry the Fifth.) Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch: The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, D |