Glend. My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;[2689]
She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.195
Mort. Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy[2690]
Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
[Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same.[2691]
Glend. She is desperate here; a peevish self-will'd harlotry,[2692][2693]
one that no persuasion can do good upon.[2693][2694]
[The lady speaks in Welsh.
Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh200
Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens[2695]
I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
In such a parley should I answer thee.
[The lady speaks again in Welsh.[2696]
I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
And that's a feeling disputation:[2697]205
But I will never be a truant, love,
Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,[2698]
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.210
Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.[2699]
[The lady speaks again in Welsh.