| Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone? | |
| GLENDOWER The moon shines fair; you may away by night: | |
| I'll haste the writer and withal | |
| Break with your wives of your departure hence: | |
| I am afraid my daughter will run mad, | |
| So much she doteth on her Mortimer. | |
| [Exit GLENDOWER] | |
| MORTIMER Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father! | |
| HOTSPUR I cannot choose: sometime he angers me | |
| With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant, | |
| Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies, | |
| And of a dragon and a finless fish, | |
| A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven, | |
| A couching lion and a ramping cat, | |
| And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff | |
| As puts me from my faith. I tell you what; | |