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ACT III IT
Scene I IT
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, Owen Glendower.
MORTIMER
These promises are fair, the parties sure,
And our induction full of prosperous hope.
HOTSPUR
Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower, will you sit down? And uncle
Worcester. A plague upon it! I have forgot the map. [5]
GLENDOWER
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
He wisheth you in heaven. [10]
HOTSPUR
And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.
GLENDOWER
I cannot blame him. At my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes
Of burning cressets, and at my birth [15]
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.
HOTSPUR
Why, so it would have done at the same season if your mother’s cat had but
