William Shakespeare: King Henry IV Part I

ACT III. 1. Scene I. Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon's House. (continued)

GLEND.
Cousin, of many men
I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
To tell you once again, that at my birth
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes;
The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
And all the courses of my life do show
I am not in the roll of common men.
Where is he living,--clipp'd in with the sea
That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,--
Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
And bring him out that is but woman's son
Can trace me in the tedious ways of art,
And hold me pace in deep experiments.

HOT.
I think there is no man speaks better Welsh.--I'll to dinner.

MORT.
Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.

GLEND.
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

HOT.
Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?

GLEND.
Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command the Devil.

HOT.
And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the Devil
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've 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 too!
How 'scaped he agues, in the Devil's name!

GLEND.
Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right
According to our threefold order ta'en?