| [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 | |