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You, that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young; you measure the heat of our Livers, with the bitterness of your Gall; and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags

Ch. Juft. Do you set down your name in the scrowl of youth, that are written down old, with all the characters of age? have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and every part about you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young ? fie, fie, fie,

Sir John.

Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with hallowing and finging of Anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not. The truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding, and he, that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money,

and have at him. For the box o'th' ear that the Prince gave you, he gave it like a rude Prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checkt him for it; and the



repents: marry, not in ashes and fack-cloth, but in new filk and old sack.

Ch. Just. Well, heav'n send the Prince a better Companion !

Fal. Heav'n send the companion a better Prince! I cannot rid


hands of him, Ch. Juft. Well, the King hath sever'd you and Prince Harry. I hear, you are going with lord John of Lancafter, against the Archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland. Fal. Yes, I thank your pretty sweet wit for it; but

all you
that kiss

my lady Peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day: for, by


look you, pray,

the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, if I brandish any thing but a bottle, would I might never spit white again. There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last ever. but it was always yet the trick of our English Nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If ye will needs say, I am an old man, you should give me Reft: I would to God, my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is! I were better to be eaten to death with a rust, than to be scour'd to nothing with perpetual motion.

Ch. Juft. Well, be honest, be honest, and heav'n bless your expedition!

Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound, to furnish me forth?

Ch. Juft. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well.'Commend me to my cousin Westmorland.

(Exit. Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle A man can no more separate age and covetousness, than he can part young limbs and letchery: but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other, and so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy,

Page. Sir ? Fal. What money is in my purse? Page. Seven groats and two pence. Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumption 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 Westmorland, and this to old Mrs. Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair chin. About it; you

know where to find me. A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, or t'other, plays the rogue


on my

with my great toe : it is 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 any thing; I will turn deseases to commodity.



THUS have

our means :

Changes to the Archbishop of York's Palace.
Enter Archbishop of York, Hastings, Thomas Mowbray

(Earl Marshal) and Lord Bardolph.
York. HUS have you heard our cause, and know
Now, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes;
And first, Lord Marshal, what say you to it?

Mowb. I well allow th'occasions of our arms,
But gladly would be better satisfied
How in our means we should advance ourselves,
To look with forehead bold and big enough
Upon the pow'r and puissance of the King ?,

Haft. Our present musters grow upon the file
To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
And our supplies live largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
With an incensed fire of injuries.

Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, ftandeth
Whether our present five and twenty thousand
May hold up head without Northumberland?

Haft. With him we may:

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
Till we had his asistance by the hand.
For in a theam so bloody-fac'd as this,
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise,
Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted.


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# York. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed,
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.

Bard. It was, my lord, who lin'd himself with hope,
Eating the air, on promise of Supply;
Flatt'ring himself with project of a Power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts ;
And so, with great imagination,
Proper to madmen, led his Pow'rs to death,
And, winking, leap'd into destruction.

Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt
To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.

Bard. Yes, if this present quality of war
Impede the instant ad; a cause on foot
Lives so in hope, as in an early Spring
We see th' appearing buds; whịch, to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant, as Defpair,
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 ;
Which, if we find out-weighs ability,
What do we then but draw a-new the model
In fewer offices ? at least, desist
To build at all? much more, in this great Work,
(Which is almost to pluck a Kingdom down,
And set another up) should we survey
The plot of situation, and the model ;
Consent upon a sure foundation,
Question surveyors, know our own estate,
How able such a work to undergo,
To weigh against his oppofite: or else,
We fortify in paper and in figures,
Using the names of men instead of men:
Like one, that draws the model of a house
Beyond his pow'r to build it: -who, half through,
Gives o’er, and leaves his part-created cost
A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
And wafte for churlifh winter's tyranny.


Hoft. Grant, that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, Should be still-born, and that we now poffeft The utmoft man of expectation: I think, we are a body strong enough, Evin as we are, to equal with the, [sand?

Bard. What, is the king but five and twenty thouHaft. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord

Bardolph For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Are in three heads; one Pow'r against the French, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Must take up us : fo is the unfirm King In three divided ; and his coffers found With hollow poverty and emptinefs. York. That he thould draw his sev'ral strengths

And come against us in full puiffance,
Need not be dreaded.

Hast. If he should do so,
He leaves his back unarm’d, the French and Welsh
Baying him at the heels; never fear That.

Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hither?

Hast. The Duke of Lancaster, and Westmorland:
Against the Weyh, himself and Harry Monmouth:
But who is substituted 'gainst the French,
I have no certain notice.

York. Let us on:
And publish the occafion of our arms.
The Commonwealth is fick of their own choice;
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited. issing
An habitation giddy and unfure
Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart..
O thou fond Many! with what loud applause
Didst thoutbeat heav'n with blessing Bolingbrakes):
Before he was, what thou would'ft have him be?
And now, being trim'd up in thine own desires, 13
Thou, beastly feeder, art fo full of him,
That thou provok'ft thyself to cast him up.


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