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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 How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? [too! 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 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) To-morrow, 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 :[To Glend.] Within that space you may have

drawn together

Your tenants, friends, and neighbouring gentlemen.

Glend. A shorter time shall send me to you, And in my conduct shall your ladies come; [lords : From whom you now must steal, and take no For there will be a world of water shed, [leave; Upon the parting of your wives and you.

Hot. Methinks my moiety, north from Burton In quantity equals not one of yours : [here 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. Glend. Not wind ? it shall, it must; you see it

doth. Mort. 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. Wor. 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.

Hot. I'll have it so ; a little charge will do it.
Glend. I will not have it alter'd.
Hot.

?
Glend. No, nor you shall not.
Hot.

Who shall say me nay?
Glend. Why, that will I.

Hot. Let me not understand you, then ;
Speak it in Welsh.

Will not you

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
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, [heart;
Than one of these same metre ballad-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 on edge,
Nothing so much as mincing poetry >
'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.

Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turned.
Hot.

I do not care :
I'll give thrice so much land to any well-deserving
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, [friend;
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

a Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?

Glend. The moon shines fair ; you may away by I'll haste the writer, and withal,

[night; Break with your wives of your departure hence. I am afraid my daughter will run mad, So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit. Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my

father! Hot. 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's as tedious
As is a tired horse, a railing wife;
Worse than a smoky house I had rather live
With cheese and garlick in a windmill, far,
Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me
In any summer-house in Christendom.

Mort. In faith, he is a worthy gentleman.

THE BATTLE OF NASEBY.-(Macaulay.) Oh, wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the

North, With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment

all red! And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous

shout ? And whence be the grapes of the winepress that

ye tread?

Oh, evil was the root, and bitter was the fruit,
And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we

trod;

For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and

the strong, Who sate in the high places, and slew the saints of

God.

It was about the noon of a glorious day of June, That we saw their banners dance and their cuirasses

shine,

And the man of blood was there, with his long

essenced hair, And Astley, and Sir Marmaduke, and Rupert of

the Rhine.

Like a servant of the Lord, with his Bible and his

sword, The general rode along us to form us to the fight, When a murmuring sound broke out, and swell's

into a shout, Among the godless horsemen upon the tyrant's

right. And hark! like the roar of the billow on the shore, The cry of battle rises along their charging line! For God! For the cause! for the church ! for the

laws! For Charles, King of England, and Rupert of the

Rhine!

The furious German comes, with his clarions and

his drums, His bravoes of Alsatia, and pages of Whitehall ; They are bursting on our' fianks.

Grasp your pikes, close your ranks ; For Rupert never comes but to conquer or to fall.

They are here! They rush on! We are broken !

We are gone! Our left is borne before them like stubble on the

blast. O Lord, put forth thy might! O Lord, defend the

right! Stand back to back, in God's name, and fight it to

the last

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