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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. 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.
Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords HASTINGS,
MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH.
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;
Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file
L. Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, stand
eth thus ;
Whether our present five and twenty thousand
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.
Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph ; for, indeed,
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
A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
thousand ? Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, Jord
If he should do so,
6 Foolish multitude.
Let us on;
Didst thou béat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
ACT THE SECOND.
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?