Glend. Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.
Hot. I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land[2658]
To any well-deserving friend;[2658][2659]
But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.140
Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
Glend. The moon shines fair; you may away by night:[2660]
I'll haste the writer, and withal[2661][2662]
Break with your wives of your departure hence:[2662]
I am afraid my daughter will run mad,145
So much she doteth on her Mortimer. [Exit.
Mort. Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father![2663]
Hot. I cannot choose: sometime he angers me[2664]
With telling me of the moldwarp and the ant,[2665]
Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,[2666]150
And of a dragon and a finless fish,
A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,[2667]
A couching lion and a ramping cat,[2668]
And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
As puts me from my faith. I tell you what,—155
He held me last night at least nine hours[2669]
In reckoning up the several devils' names
That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'[2670]
But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious[2671]
As a tired horse, a railing wife;[2672]160
Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live
With cheese and garlic 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,[2673]165
Exceedingly well read, and profited[2674]
In strange concealments, valiant as a lion[2675]
And wondrous affable and as bountiful[2675][2676]
As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?[2675][2677]
He holds your temper in a high respect[2675]170
And curbs himself even of his natural scope[2678]
When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:[2679]
I warrant you, that man is not alive
Might so have tempted him as you have done,
Without the taste of danger and reproof:175
But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
Wor. In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;[2680]
And since your coming hither have done enough
To put him quite beside his patience.[2681]
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:180
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,—[2682]
And that's the dearest grace it renders you,—
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:185
The least of which haunting a nobleman[2683]
Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain[2684]
Upon the beauty of all parts besides,[2685]
Beguiling them of commendation.
Hot. Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed![2686]190
Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
Re-enter Glendower with the ladies.[2687]
Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me;[2688]
My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.