Enter HOTSPUR,WORCESTER, Lord MORTIMER, and Owen GLENDOWER
These promises are fair, the parties sure,
And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Lord Mortimer and cousin Glendower,
Will you sit down? And Uncle Worcester—
5A plague upon it, I have forgot the map.
No, here it is. Sit, cousin Percy
Sit, good cousin Hotspur, for by that name
As oft as Lancaster doth speak of you
His cheek looks pale and with a rising sigh
10He wisheth you in heaven.
And you in hell,
As oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.
I cannot blame him. At my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets, and at my birth
15The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.
Why, so it would have done
At the same season if your mother’s cat
Had but kittened, though yourself had never been born.
I say the earth did shake when I was born.