| HOTSPUR 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. | |
| I'll have the current in this place damm'd 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. | |
| 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 opposed continent as much | |
| As on the other side it takes from you. | |
| EARL OF WORCESTER Yea, but a little charge will trench him here | |