MORTIMER Fie, cousin Percy, how you cross147 my father! HOTSPUR I cannot choose:148 sometime he angers me With telling me of the mouldwarp149 and the ant, 150 Of the dreamer150 Merlin and his prophecies, And of a dragon and a finless fish, A clip-winged152 griffin and a moulten raven, A couching153 lion and a ramping cat, And such a deal of skimble-skamble154 stuff 155 As puts155 me from my faith. I tell you what, He held me last night at least nine hours In reck’ning up157 the
MORTIMER Fie, cousin Percy, how you cross147 my father! HOTSPUR I cannot choose:148 sometime he angers me With telling me of the mouldwarp149 and the ant, 150 Of the dreamer150 Merlin and his prophecies, And of a dragon and a finless fish, A clip-winged152 griffin and a moulten raven, A couching153 lion and a ramping cat, And such a deal of skimble-skamble154 stuff 155 As puts155 me from my faith. I tell you what, He held me last night at least nine hours In reck’ning up157 the several devils’ names That were his lackeys:158 I cried ‘Hum’, and ‘Well, go to’, But marked him159 not a word. O, he is as tedious 160 As a tired horse, a railing160 wife, Worse than a smoky house. I had rather live With cheese162 and garlic in a windmill far, Than feed on cates163 and have him talk to me In any summer-house164 in Christendom. 165 MORTIMER In faith,165 he was a worthy gentleman, Exceeding well read, and profited166 In strange concealments, valiant as a lion And wondrous affable and as bountiful As mines of India.169 Shall I tell you, cousin? 170 He holds your temper170 in a high respect And curbs himself even of his natural scope171 When you do172 cross his humour — ’faith, he does. ...
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