Today is the anniversary of the eruption of Mount St. Helens. In Henry IV, part 1, one of the most notable of my Cymric ancestors gets a pie in the face.
* Glendower. I cannot blame him: at my nativity
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and at my birth
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.
* Hotspur. Why, so it would have done at the same season, if
your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
had never been born.
* Glendower. I say the earth did shake when I was born.
* Hotspur. And I say the earth was not of my mind,
If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
* Glendower. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
* Hotspur. O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
And not in fear of your nativity.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
In passion shook.