of the purse borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.-Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the Prince; this to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair on my chin. About it: you know where to find me. [Exit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more reasonable. A good wit will make use of anything: I will turn diseases to commodity. [Exit. SCENE III.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's Palace Enter the Archbishop of YORK, the Lords HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH Arch. Thus have you heard our cause and known our means; And, iny most noble friends, I pray you all Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; But gladly would be better satisfied How, in our means, we should advance ourselves L. Bard. The question, then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus : Whether our present five-and-twenty thousand L. Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point: But if without him we be thought too feeble, My judgment is, we should not step too far Of aids incertain, should not be admitted. Arch. "Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for, indeed, It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. L. Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply, Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit, Hope gives not so much warrant as despair That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection, What do we then, but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or, at least, desist To build at all? Much more, in this great work- The plot of situation, and the model, Consent upon a sure foundation, Question surveyors, know our own estate, To weigh against his opposite; or else Using the names of men instead of men : Like one that draws the model of a house A naked subject to the weeping clouds Hast. Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, Should be still-born, and that we now possessed I think we are a body strong enough, Even as we are, to equal with the king. L. Bard. What, is the king but five-and-twenty thousand? Hast. To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph. For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Are in three heads: one power against the French, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Must take up us: so is the unfirm king In three divided; and his coffers sound With hollow poverty and emptiness. Arch. That he should draw his several strengths together And come against us in full puissance, Need not be dreaded. Hast. If he should do so, He leaves his back unarmed, the French and Welsh Baying him at the heels: never fear that. L. Bard. Who is it like should lead his forces hither? Hast. The Duke of Lancaster and Westmore land: Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth; But who is substituted 'gainst the French, I have no certain notice. Arch. Let us on, And publish the occasion of our arms. The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.— An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond many! with what loud applause |