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HOTSPUR

225Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh,
And ’tis no marvel he is so humorous.
By 'r Lady, he is a good musician.

HOTSPUR

Now I see that the devil understands Welsh; it’s no surprise he’s so moody. By God, he’s a good musician.

LADY PERCY

Then should you be nothing but musical, for you are altogether governed by humors. Lie still, you thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh.

LADY PERCY

Then you should be incredibly musical, for you’re the moodiest man alive. Lie still, you thief. Listen to the lady sing in Welsh.

HOTSPUR

I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.

HOTSPUR

I’d rather hear Lady, my dog, howl in Irish.

LADY PERCY

Wouldst thou have thy head broken?

LADY PERCY

Do you want your head broken in?

HOTSPUR

No.

HOTSPUR

No.

LADY PERCY

Then be still.

LADY PERCY

Then be still.

HOTSPUR

235Neither;’tis a woman’s fault.

HOTSPUR

Never; that’s a womanly trait.

LADY PERCY

Now God help thee!

LADY PERCY

Now God help you—

HOTSPUR

To the Welsh lady’s bed.

HOTSPUR

Into the Welsh lady’s bed!

LADY PERCY

What’s that?

LADY PERCY

What did you say?

HOTSPUR

Peace, she sings.

HOTSPUR

Quiet! She’s singing.
Here THE LADY sings a Welsh song
THE LADY sings a Welsh song.

HOTSPUR

240Come, Kate, I’ll have your song too.

HOTSPUR

Come on, Kate. I want to hear your song, too.

LADY PERCY

Not mine, in good sooth.

LADY PERCY

Not mine, darn it.