Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glend. Sit Cousin Percy, sit good Cousin Hotspurre:
Glend. For by that Name, as oft as Lancaster doth speake of you,
Glend. His Cheekes looke pale, and with a rising sigh,
Glend. He wisheth you in Heauen.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. And you in Hell, as oft as he heares Owen Glen
Hotsp. dower spoke of.
Glend. Glend.
Glend. I cannot blame him: At my Natiuitie,
Glend. The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes,
Glend. Of burning Cressets: and at my Birth,
Glend. The frame and foundation of the Earth
Glend. Shak'd like a Coward.
Hotsp. Why so it would haue done at the same season,
Hotsp. if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd, though your selfe
Hotsp. had neuer beene borne.
Glend. I say the Earth did shake when I was borne.