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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,
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
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
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.
our means :
S CE N E VI.
(Earl Marshal) and Lord Bardolph.
Mowb. I well allow th'occasions of our arms,
Haft. Our present musters grow upon the file
Haft. With him we may:
Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point :
# York. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed,
Bard. It was, my lord, who lin'd himself with hope,
Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt
Bard. Yes, if this present quality of war
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 King.is, [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
Hast. If he should do so,
Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hither?
Hast. The Duke of Lancaster, and Westmorland:
York. Let us on: