| MORTIMER Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat. | |
| GLENDOWER Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head | |
| Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye | |
| And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him | |
| Bootless home and weather-beaten back. | |
| HOTSPUR Home without boots, and in foul weather too! | |
| How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name? | |
| GLENDOWER Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right | |
| According to our threefold order ta'en? | |
| MORTIMER The archdeacon hath divided it | |
| Into three limits very equally: | |
| England, from Trent and Severn hitherto, | |
| By south and east is to my part assign'd: | |
| All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore, | |
| And all the fertile land within that bound, | |