Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies. Mort. This is the deadly spite that angers me; My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. Glend. My daughter weeps: she will not part with you; She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. Mort. Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same. Glend. She is desperate here; a peevish self will'd harlotry, That no persuasion can do good upon. [The lady speaks in Welsh. Mort. I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens I am too perfect in; and, but for shame, In such a parley should I answer thee. [The lady speaks again in Welsh. I understand thy kisses and thou mine, But I will never be a truant, love, Till I have learn'd thy language; for thy tongue 197. aunt; she was Mortimer's sister (cf. note to 1 i. I. 38). 198. conduct, escort. 199. harlotry, 'baggage,' here used as a mild term of abuse. 198-200. This is printed as prose in Qq, which read 'one that'; but should probably be 200 210 in verse like Glendower's other speeches. The present arrangement is Steevens'. 206. a feeling disputation, a conversation carried on ' with feeling.' 211. division, brilliant variations on a simple melody. Glend. Nay, if you melt, then will she run [The lady speaks again in Welsh. mad. Mort. O, I am ignorance itself in this! Glend. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you, Mort. With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing: By that time will our book, I think, be drawn. Glend. Do so; And those musicians that shall play to you Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence, 220 Hot. Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, quick, quick, that I may lay my 230 head in thy lap. Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose. [The music plays. And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous. By 'r lady, he is a good musician. Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical, for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh. Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl 240 in Irish. 214. wanton, luxuriant. 217. crown the god of sleep, in state sleep as sovereign, give it full sway. 240. brach, female hound. Lady P. Wouldst thou have thy head broken? Hot. No. Lady P. Then be still. Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault. Lady P. Now God help thee! Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed. Hot. Peace! she sings. [Here the lady sings a Welsh song. Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and 'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and 'as sure as day,' And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths, A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,' Lady P. I will not sing. Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, 250 260 facings and trimmings were an important part. 264. 'Tis the next way, etc.; (one who sings) is on the direct road to be a tailor, or to teach song to redbreasts. [By this name Shakespeare may have meant the bullfinch. The robin he calls ruddock. L.] Tailors were proverbial, like weavers, for singing at their work, but not, like weavers, for singing psalms. I'll away within these two hours; and so, come [Exit. Glend. Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go. By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal, Mort. With all my heart. [Exeunt.. SCENE II. London. The palace. Enter the KING, Prince of WALES, and others. King. Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I Must have some private conference: but be near at hand, For we shall presently have need of you. [Exeunt Lords. Make me believe that thou art only mark'd Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts, Such barren pleasures, rude society, As thou art match'd withal and grafted to, 270. book, document. IO. For, as. 270 ΤΟ 15. As thou art match'd withal, as thou takest part in as an equal. Accompany the greatness of thy blood And hold their level with thy princely heart? Quit all offences with as clear excuse As, in reproof of many tales devised, Find pardon on my true submission. King. God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, At thy affections, which do hold a wing men, 30 40 30. affections, inclinations. 31. from, aloof from. 32. rudely, by riotous conduct. 38. do; so Qq Ff. 'The soul of every man' is equivalent to the souls of all men.' 42. Opinion, reputation. 20 |