Page 728 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
In quantity equals not one of yours.
See how this river comes me cranking in
And cuts me from the best of all my land

A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out. [100]
I’ll have the current in this place damned up,
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
In a new channel fair and evenly.

It shall not wind with such a deep indent
To rob me of so rich a bottom here. [105]

GLENDOWER
Not wind? It shall, it must! You see it doth.

MORTIMER
Yea, but
Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up

With like advantage on the other side,
Gelding the opposèd continent as much [110]
As on the other side it takes from you.

WORCESTER
Yea, but a little charge will trench him here

And on this north side win this cape of land;
And then he runs straight and even.

HOTSPUR
I’ll have it so. A little charge will do it. [115]

GLENDOWER
I will not have it alt’red.

HOTSPUR
Will not you?

GLENDOWER
No, nor you shall not.