Glendower

• 'As oft as Lancaster doth speak of you,

  His cheek looks pale, and with a rising sigh

  He wisheth you in heaven.' - Glendower, Act 3 Scene 1
• 'at my birth

  The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,

  The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds

  Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.

  These signs have marked me extraordinary,

  And all the coursed of my life do show

  I am not in the roll of common men.' - Glendower, Act 3 Scene 1
• 'Shall we divide our right

  According to our threefold order ta'en?' - Glendower, Act 3 Scene 1
• 'lay you down

  And rest your gentle head upon her lap' - Glendower, Act 3 Scene 1
• 'Come, come, Lord Mortimer. You are as slow

  As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.' - Glendower, Act 3 Scene 1