| GLENDOWER She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down | |
| And rest your gentle head upon her lap, | |
| And she will sing the song that pleaseth you | |
| And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep. | |
| Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, | |
| Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep | |
| As is the difference betwixt day and night | |
| The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team | |
| Begins his golden progress in the east. | |
| MORTIMER With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing: | |
| By that time will our book, I think, be drawn | |
| GLENDOWER Do so; | |
| And those musicians that shall play to you | |
| Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence, | |
| And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend. | |
| HOTSPUR Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come, | |
| quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap. | |