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to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I brandish any thing but my bottle, I 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 you will needs say, I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to heaven, my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest ; And heaven bless your expedition !

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

Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny ; you are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland.

[Exeunt Chief Justice and Attendant. Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.3– 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 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. [Eirit Page.] This gout plays the rogue


my great toe. It is no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for


colour, and my pension shall seem the more reasonable :

3 A large wooden hammer, so heavy as to require three men to wield it.

A good wit will make use of any thing ; I will turn diseases to commodity.


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Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords HASTINGS,

Arch. Thus have


our cause, and known our means ; And, 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 the occasion 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 power and puissance of the king.

Hast. 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.

L. Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, stand


eth thus ;

Whether our present five and twenty thousand
May hold


head without Northumberland. Hast. With him, we may. 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 Till we had his assistance by the hand : For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this, Conjecture, expectation, and surmise Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted.

,4 Profit.

Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph ; for, indeed,
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.
L. Bard. It was, my lord; who lin’d himself with

Eating the air on promise of supply,
Flattering himself with project of a power
Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts :
And so with great imagination,
Proper to madmen, led his powers 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.

L. Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war ;Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,) Lives so in hope, as in an early spring 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; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then, but draw anew the model In fewer offices; or, at least, desist To build at ali ? 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 opposite; 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 power to build it; who, half through, Gives o'er, and leaves his part created cost

s Agree.

A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair

Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd
The utmost man of expectation ;
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, Jord

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

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

If he should do so,
He leaves his back.unarm’d, the French and Welsh
Baying him at the heels: never fear that.
L. Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces

Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland:
Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth:
But who is substituted ’gainst the French,
I have no certain notice.

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

6 Foolish multitude.

Let us on;

Didst thou béat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou would'st have him be?
And being now trimm'd' in thine own desires,
They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die,
Are now become enamour'd on his grave :
Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head,
When through proud London he came sighing on
After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
Cry'st now, 0 earth, yield us that king again,
And take thou this! O thoughts of men accurst!
Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst.

Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set


Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.




London. A Street.

Enter Hostess ; Fang, and his Boy, with her; and,

SNARE following Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action ? Fang. It is entered.

Host. Where is your yeoman ? Is it a lusty yeo. man ? will a' stand to't?

Fang. Sirrah, where's Spare?
Host. O, good master Snare.
Snare, Here, here.
Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff.


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