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All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
And all the fertile land within that bound
75To Owen Glendower; and, dear coz, to you
The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
And our indentures tripartite are drawn,
Which being sealèd interchangeably—
A business that this night may execute—
80Tomorrow, cousin Percy, you and I
And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth
To meet your father and the Scottish power,
As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
My father Glendower is not ready yet,
85Not shall we need his help these fourteen days.
(to GLENDOWER ) Within that space you may have drawn together
Your tenants, friends, and neighboring gentlemen.
All of Wales, and everything west of the Severn—including all the fertile land within those boundaries—goes to Owen Glendower. And, my dear kinsman, you get everything that remains to the north, coming up from the Trent. Our agreement is drawn up in triplicate. We can all sign it tonight, and then, kinsman Percy, tomorrow you, me, and Worcester will set off to meet your father and the Scottish army at Shrewsbury, as planned. My father-in-law Glendower isn’t ready yet, but we won’t need his army for another two weeks. (to GLENDOWER) By that time, you will have raised an army of the farmers on your land, your allies, and your neighbors.

GLENDOWER

A shorter time shall send me to you, lords,
And in my conduct shall your ladies come,
90From whom you now must steal and take no leave,
For there will be a world of water shed
Upon the parting of your wives and you.

GLENDOWER

I’ll be ready sooner than that, my lords; and I’ll bring your wives along with me. You should sneak away from them now, and leave without saying goodbye. Otherwise, they’ll cry an ocean of tears when you leave them.

HOTSPUR

Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
In quantity equals not one of yours.
95See 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 dammed up,
And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
100In a new channel, fair and evenly.
It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
To rob me of so rich a bottom here.

HOTSPUR

I think my share, north of Burton here, isn’t as big as any of yours. Look how this river swoops in. It cuts out a huge chunk of my best land, in the shape of a half-moon. I’ll have a dam built. I’ll re-route the Trent River so it won’t go winding so far into my land and rob me of a fertile valley.

GLENDOWER

Not wind? It shall, it must. You see it doth.

GLENDOWER

It won’t go winding? It will. It must. You see that it does.