afternoon, with a white head and something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgement 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 of the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checked him for it, and the young lion repents; marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk and old sack.

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Ch. Just. Well, God send the prince a better companion! Fal. God send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. bundened with pience

Ch. Just. Well, the king has severed you and Prince Harry I hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster against the Archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland.

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Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily if it be a hot day, and I brandish any thing but a 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 alway 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 rest. 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 scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your expedition!

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

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Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient

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to bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. [Exeunt Chief-Justice and Servant. Fål. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Boy! Page. Sir?

Fal. What money is in my purse?

Page. Seven groats and two pence.

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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. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. York.

The ARCHBISHOP's palace.

Enter the ARCHBISHOP, the LORDS HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and

BARDOLPH.

Arch. Thus have you heard 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.

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L. Bard. The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus; Whether our present five and twenty thousand

May hold up head without Northumberland ?

Hast. With him we may.

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Yea, marry, there's the point :

L. Bard.
But if without him we be thought too feeble,

My judgement is, we should not step too far
Till we had his assistance by the hand;
For in a theme so bloody-faced as this

Conjecture, expectation, and surmise

Of aids incertain should not be admitted.

Hast. '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,

Flattering himself in 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, if this present quality of war,
Indeed the instant action-a cause on foot-
Lives so in hope as in an early spring

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We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant as despair

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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 last desist

Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down

To build at all? Much more, in this great work,

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,

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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

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A naked subject to the weeping clouds

And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.

Hast. Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth, 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, 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.

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Arch. That he should draw his several strengths together And come against us in full puissance,

Need not be dreaded.

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 hither?
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.

Arch.

Let us on

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Common head

Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
Q thou fond many, with what loud applause
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!
And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
That thou provokest thyself to cast him up.
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,

And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?
They that, when Richard lived, 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,
Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again,
And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accursed!
Past and to come seems best; things present worst.
Moub. Shall we go draw our numbers and set on?
Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

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ACT II.

SCENE I. 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's your yeoman? Is 't a lusty yeoman! will a' stand to 't?

Fang. Sirrah, where 's Snare?