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By telling truth : tell truth, and shame the devil.
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
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
Hot. I'll have it so ; a little charge will do it.
Who shall say me nay?
Hot. Let me not understand you, then ;
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
Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turned.
I do not care :
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,
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
Oh, evil was the root, and bitter was the fruit,
For we trampled on the throng of the haughty and
the strong, Who sate in the high places, and slew the saints of
It was about the noon of a glorious day of June, That we saw their banners dance and their cuirasses
And the man of blood was there, with his long
essenced hair, And Astley, and Sir Marmaduke, and Rupert of
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
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