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[Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies] MORTIMER This is the deadly spite that angers me; My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh. GLENDOWER My daughter weeps: she will not part with you; She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars. MORTIMER Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy Shall follow in your conduct speedily. [Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same] GLENDOWER She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry, one that no persuasion can do good upon. [The lady speaks in Welsh] MORTIMER I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh |