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◈ History of Henry IV, Part II (헨리 4세 2부) ◈

◇ Act I ◇

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 1. Prologue
 2. Act I, Scene 1
 3. Act I, Scene 2
 4. Act I, Scene 3

1. Prologue

 
0 Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues
 
1 Rumour.
2       Open your ears; for which of you will stop
3       The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks?
4       I, from the orient to the drooping west,
5       Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
6       The acts commenced on this ball of earth.
7       Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
8       The which in every language I pronounce,
9       Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
10       I speak of peace while covert emnity,
11       Under the smile of safety, wounds the world;
12       And who but Rumour, who but only I,
13       Make fearful musters and prepar'd defence,
14       Whiles the big year, swoln with some other grief,
15       Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war,
16       And no such matter? Rumour is a pipe
17       Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
18       And of so easy and so plain a stop
19       That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
20       The still-discordant wav'ring multitude,
21       Can play upon it. But what need I thus
22       My well-known body to anatomize
23       Among my household? Why is Rumour here?
24       I run before King Harry's victory,
25       Who, in a bloody field by Shrewsbury,
26       Hath beaten down young Hotspur and his troops,
27       Quenching the flame of bold rebellion
28       Even with the rebels' blood. But what mean I
29       To speak so true at first? My office is
30       To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
31       Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
32       And that the King before the Douglas' rage
33       Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
34       This have I rumour'd through the peasant towns
35       Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
36       And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
37       Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
38       Lies crafty-sick. The posts come tiring on,
39       And not a man of them brings other news
40       Than they have learnt of me. From Rumour's tongues
41       They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.
 

2. Act I, Scene 1

0 Warkworth. Before NORTHUMBERLAND’S Castle
 
1 Enter LORD BARDOLPH
 
2 Lord Bardolph.
3       Who keeps the gate here, ho?[The PORTER opens the gate]
4       Where is the Earl?
5 Porter.
6       What shall I say you are?
7 Lord Bardolph.
8       Tell thou the Earl
9       That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
10 Porter.
11       His lordship is walk'd forth into the orchard.
12       Please it your honour knock but at the gate,
13       And he himself will answer.
 
14 Enter NORTHUMBERLAND
 
15 Lord Bardolph.
16       Here comes the Earl.[Exit PORTER]
17 Earl of Northumberland.
18       What news, Lord Bardolph? Every minute now
19       Should be the father of some stratagem.
20       The times are wild; contention, like a horse
21       Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose
22       And bears down all before him.
23 Lord Bardolph.
24       Noble Earl,
25       I bring you certain news from Shrewsbury.
26 Earl of Northumberland.
27       Good, an God will!
28 Lord Bardolph.
29       As good as heart can wish.
30       The King is almost wounded to the death;
31       And, in the fortune of my lord your son,
32       Prince Harry slain outright; and both the Blunts
33       Kill'd by the hand of Douglas; young Prince John,
34       And Westmoreland, and Stafford, fled the field;
35       And Harry Monmouth's brawn, the hulk Sir John,
36       Is prisoner to your son. O, such a day,
37       So fought, so followed, and so fairly won,
38       Came not till now to dignify the times,
39       Since Cxsar's fortunes!
40 Earl of Northumberland.
41       How is this deriv'd?
42       Saw you the field? Came you from Shrewsbury?
43 Lord Bardolph.
44       I spake with one, my lord, that came from
45       A gentleman well bred and of good name,
46       That freely rend'red me these news for true.
 
47 Enter TRAVERS
 
48 Earl of Northumberland.
49       Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent
50       On Tuesday last to listen after news.
51 Lord Bardolph.
52       My lord, I over-rode him on the way;
53       And he is furnish'd with no certainties
54       More than he haply may retail from me.
55 Earl of Northumberland.
56       Now, Travers, what good tidings comes with you?
57 Travers.
58       My lord, Sir John Umfrevile turn'd me back
59       With joyful tidings; and, being better hors'd,
60       Out-rode me. After him came spurring hard
61       A gentleman, almost forspent with speed,
62       That stopp'd by me to breathe his bloodied horse.
63       He ask'd the way to Chester; and of him
64       I did demand what news from Shrewsbury.
65       He told me that rebellion had bad luck,
66       And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.
67       With that he gave his able horse the head
68       And, bending forward, struck his armed heels
69       Against the panting sides of his poor jade
70       Up to the rowel-head; and starting so,
71       He seem'd in running to devour the way,
72       Staying no longer question.
73 Earl of Northumberland.
74       Ha! Again:
75       Said he young Harry Percy's spur was cold?
76       Of Hotspur, Coldspur? that rebellion
77       Had met ill luck?
78 Lord Bardolph.
79       My lord, I'll tell you what:
80       If my young lord your son have not the day,
81       Upon mine honour, for a silken point
82       I'll give my barony. Never talk of it.
83 Earl of Northumberland.
84       Why should that gentleman that rode by Travers
85       Give then such instances of loss?
86 Lord Bardolph.
87       Whohe?
88       He was some hilding fellow that had stol'n
89       The horse he rode on and, upon my life,
90       Spoke at a venture. Look, here comes more news.
 
91 Enter Morton
 
92 Earl of Northumberland.
93       Yea, this man's brow, like to a title-leaf,
94       Foretells the nature of a tragic volume.
95       So looks the strand whereon the imperious flood
96       Hath left a witness'd usurpation.
97       Say, Morton, didst thou come from Shrewsbury?
98 Morton.
99       I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord;
100       Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask
101       To fright our party.
102 Earl of Northumberland.
103       How doth my son and brother?
104       Thou tremblest; and the whiteness in thy cheek
105       Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
106       Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
107       So dull, so dread in look, so woe-begone,
108       Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night
109       And would have told him half his Troy was burnt;
110       But Priam found the fire ere he his tongue,
111       And I my Percy's death ere thou report'st it.
112       This thou wouldst say: 'Your son did thus and thus;
113       Your brother thus; so fought the noble Douglas'—
114       Stopping my greedy ear with their bold deeds;
115       But in the end, to stop my ear indeed,
116       Thou hast a sigh to blow away this praise,
117       Ending with 'Brother, son, and all, are dead.'
118 Morton.
119       Douglas is living, and your brother, yet;
120       But for my lord your son
121 Earl of Northumberland.
122       Why, he is dead.
123       See what a ready tongue suspicion hath!
124       He that but fears the thing he would not know
125       Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes
126       That what he fear'd is chanced. Yet speak, Morton;
127       Tell thou an earl his divination lies,
128       And I will take it as a sweet disgrace
129       And make thee rich for doing me such wrong.
130 Morton.
131       You are too great to be by me gainsaid;
132       Your spirit is too true, your fears too certain.
133 Earl of Northumberland.
134       Yet, for all this, say not that Percy's dead.
135       I see a strange confession in thine eye;
136       Thou shak'st thy head, and hold'st it fear or sin
137       To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so:
138       The tongue offends not that reports his death;
139       And he doth sin that doth belie the dead,
140       Not he which says the dead is not alive.
141       Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
142       Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
143       Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
144       Rememb'red tolling a departing friend.
145 Lord Bardolph.
146       I cannot think, my lord, your son is dead.
147 Morton.
148       I am sorry I should force you to believe
149       That which I would to God I had not seen;
150       But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state,
151       Rend'ring faint quittance, wearied and out-breath'd,
152       To Harry Monmouth, whose swift wrath beat down
153       The never-daunted Percy to the earth,
154       From whence with life he never more sprung up.
155       In few, his deathwhose spirit lent a fire
156       Even to the dullest peasant in his camp
157       Being bruited once, took fire and heat away
158       From the best-temper'd courage in his troops;
159       For from his metal was his party steeled;
160       Which once in him abated, all the rest
161       Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead.
162       And as the thing that's heavy in itself
163       Upon enforcement flies with greatest speed,
164       So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss,
165       Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear
166       That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim
167       Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety,
168       Fly from the field. Then was that noble Worcester
169       Too soon ta'en prisoner; and that furious Scot,
170       The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword
171       Had three times slain th' appearance of the King,
172       Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame
173       Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his flight,
174       Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all
175       Is that the King hath won, and hath sent out
176       A speedy power to encounter you, my lord,
177       Under the conduct of young Lancaster
178       And Westmoreland. This is the news at full.
179 Earl of Northumberland.
180       For this I shall have time enough to mourn.
181       In poison there is physic; and these news,
182       Having been well, that would have made me sick,
183       Being sick, have in some measure made me well;
184       And as the wretch whose fever-weak'ned joints,
185       Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,
186       Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire
187       Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs,
188       Weak'ned with grief, being now enrag'd with grief,
189       Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch!
190       A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel
191       Must glove this hand; and hence, thou sickly coif!
192       Thou art a guard too wanton for the head
193       Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.
194       Now bind my brows with iron; and approach
195       The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring
196       To frown upon th' enrag'd Northumberland!
197       Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not Nature's hand
198       Keep the wild flood confin'd! Let order die!
199       And let this world no longer be a stage
200       To feed contention in a ling'ring act;
201       But let one spirit of the first-born Cain
202       Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set
203       On bloody courses, the rude scene may end
204       And darkness be the burier of the dead!
205 Lord Bardolph.
206       This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.
207 Morton.
208       Sweet Earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.
209       The lives of all your loving complices
210       Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er
211       To stormy passion, must perforce decay.
212       You cast th' event of war, my noble lord,
213       And summ'd the account of chance before you said
214       'Let us make head.' It was your pre-surmise
215       That in the dole of blows your son might drop.
216       You knew he walk'd o'er perils on an edge,
217       More likely to fall in than to get o'er;
218       You were advis'd his flesh was capable
219       Of wounds and scars, and that his forward spirit
220       Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd;
221       Yet did you say 'Go forth'; and none of this,
222       Though strongly apprehended, could restrain
223       The stiff-borne action. What hath then befall'n,
224       Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth
225       More than that being which was like to be?
226 Lord Bardolph.
227       We all that are engaged to this loss
228       Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
229       That if we wrought out life 'twas ten to one;
230       And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd
231       Chok'd the respect of likely peril fear'd;
232       And since we are o'erset, venture again.
233       Come, we will put forth, body and goods.
234 Morton.
235       'Tis more than time. And, my most noble lord,
236       I hear for certain, and dare speak the truth:
237       The gentle Archbishop of York is up
238       With well-appointed pow'rs. He is a man
239       Who with a double surety binds his followers.
240       My lord your son had only but the corpse,
241       But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;
242       For that same word 'rebellion' did divide
243       The action of their bodies from their souls;
244       And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
245       As men drink potions; that their weapons only
246       Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls
247       This word 'rebellion'—it had froze them up,
248       As fish are in a pond. But now the Bishop
249       Turns insurrection to religion.
250       Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,
251       He's follow'd both with body and with mind;
252       And doth enlarge his rising with the blood
253       Of fair King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones;
254       Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;
255       Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,
256       Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;
257       And more and less do flock to follow him.
258 Earl of Northumberland.
259       I knew of this before; but, to speak truth,
260       This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.
261       Go in with me; and counsel every man
262       The aptest way for safety and revenge.
263       Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed
264       Never so few, and never yet more need.[Exeunt]
 

3. Act I, Scene 2

0 London. A street
 
1 Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, with his PAGE bearing his sword and buckler
 
2 Falstaff.
3       Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water?
4 Page.
5       He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy water;
6       for the party that owed it, he might have moe diseases than
7       knew for.
8 Falstaff.
9       Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me. The
10       this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent
11       that intends to laughter, more than I invent or is invented
12       me. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is
13       other men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath
14       overwhelm'd all her litter but one. If the Prince put thee
15       my service for any other reason than to set me off, why then
16       have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to
17       worn in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never mann'd
18       an agate till now; but I will inset you neither in gold nor
19       silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again to your
20       master, for a jewelthe juvenal, the Prince your master,
21       chin is not yet fledge. I will sooner have a beard grow in
22       palm of my hand than he shall get one off his cheek; and yet
23       will not stick to say his face is a face-royal. God may
24       when he will, 'tis not a hair amiss yet. He may keep it still
25       a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of
26       and yet he'll be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his
27       father was a bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he's
28       out of mine, I can assure him. What said Master Dommelton
29       the satin for my short cloak and my slops?
30 Page.
31       He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance
32 Bardolph.
33       He would not take his band and yours; he liked not
34       security.
35 Falstaff.
36       Let him be damn'd, like the Glutton; pray God his
37       be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! A rascal-yea-forsooth
38       bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! The
39       whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and
40       bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is through
41       them in honest taking-up, then they must stand upon security.
42       had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to
43       it with security. I look'd 'a should have sent me two and
44       yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me
45       Well, he may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of
46       abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines through it;
47       yet cannot he see, though he have his own lanthorn to light
48       Where's Bardolph?
49 Page.
50       He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship horse.
51 Falstaff.
52       I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in
53       Smithfield. An I could get me but a wife in the stews, I were
54       mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd.
 
55 Enter the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE and SERVANT
 
56 Page.
57       Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the
58       Prince for striking him about Bardolph.
59 Falstaff.
60       Wait close; I will not see him.
61 Lord Chief Justice.
62       What's he that goes there?
63 Servant.
64       Falstaff, an't please your lordship.
65 Lord Chief Justice.
66       He that was in question for the robb'ry?
67 Servant.
68       He, my lord; but he hath since done good service at
69       Shrewsbury, and, as I hear, is now going with some charge to
70       Lord John of Lancaster.
71 Lord Chief Justice.
72       What, to York? Call him back again.
73 Servant.
74       Sir John Falstaff!
75 Falstaff.
76       Boy, tell him I am deaf.
77 Page.
78       You must speak louder; my master is deaf.
79 Lord Chief Justice.
80       I am sure he is, to the hearing of anything
81       Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.
82 Servant.
83       Sir John!
84 Falstaff.
85       What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not wars?
86       there not employment? Doth not the King lack subjects? Do not
87       rebels need soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side
88       one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side,
89       it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it.
90 Servant.
91       You mistake me, sir.
92 Falstaff.
93       Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? Setting
94       knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat
95       had said so.
96 Servant.
97       I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and your
98       soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you you in your
99       throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man.
100 Falstaff.
101       I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that
102       grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of me, hang me; if thou
103       tak'st leave, thou wert better be hang'd. You hunt counter.
104       Hence! Avaunt!
105 Servant.
106       Sir, my lord would speak with you.
107 Lord Chief Justice.
108       Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.
109 Falstaff.
110       My good lord! God give your lordship good time of
111       am glad to see your lordship abroad. I heard say your
112       was sick; I hope your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your
113       lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some
114       of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I
115       humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverend care of your
116       health.
117 Lord Chief Justice.
118       Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition
119       Shrewsbury.
120 Falstaff.
121       An't please your lordship, I hear his Majesty is
122       with some discomfort from Wales.
123 Lord Chief Justice.
124       I talk not of his Majesty. You would not come
125       sent for you.
126 Falstaff.
127       And I hear, moreover, his Highness is fall'n into
128       same whoreson apoplexy.
129 Lord Chief Justice.
130       Well God mend him! I pray you let me speak with
131 Falstaff.
132       This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy,
133       please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a
134       tingling.
135 Lord Chief Justice.
136       What tell you me of it? Be it as it is.
137 Falstaff.
138       It hath it original from much grief, from study, and
139       perturbation of the brain. I have read the cause of his
140       in Galen; it is a kind of deafness.
141 Lord Chief Justice.
142       I think you are fall'n into the disease, for you
143       hear not what I say to you.
144 Falstaff.
145       Very well, my lord, very well. Rather an't please
146       is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking,
147       I am troubled withal.
148 Lord Chief Justice.
149       To punish you by the heels would amend the
150       of your ears; and I care not if I do become your physician.
151 Falstaff.
152       I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.
153       lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment to me in
154       of poverty; but how I should be your patient to follow your
155       prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scruple, or
156       indeed a scruple itself.
157 Lord Chief Justice.
158       I sent for you, when there were matters against
159       for your life, to come speak with me.
160 Falstaff.
161       As I was then advis'd by my learned counsel in the
162       of this land-service, I did not come.
163 Lord Chief Justice.
164       Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great
165       infamy.
166 Falstaff.
167       He that buckles himself in my belt cannot live in
168 Lord Chief Justice.
169       Your means are very slender, and your waste is
170       great.
171 Falstaff.
172       I would it were otherwise; I would my means were
173       and my waist slenderer.
174 Lord Chief Justice.
175       You have misled the youthful Prince.
176 Falstaff.
177       The young Prince hath misled me. I am the fellow with
178       great belly, and he my dog.
179 Lord Chief Justice.
180       Well, I am loath to gall a new-heal'd wound.
181       day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your
182       night's exploit on Gadshill. You may thank th' unquiet time
183       your quiet o'erposting that action.
184 Falstaff.
185       My lord
186 Lord Chief Justice.
187       But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a
188       sleeping wolf.
189 Falstaff.
190       To wake a wolf is as bad as smell a fox.
191 Lord Chief Justice.
192       What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt
193       out.
194 Falstaff.
195       A wassail candle, my lordall tallow; if I did say
196       wax, my growth would approve the truth.
197 Lord Chief Justice.
198       There is not a white hair in your face but
199       have his effect of gravity.
200 Falstaff.
201       His effect of gravy, gravy,
202 Lord Chief Justice.
203       You follow the young Prince up and down, like
204       ill angel.
205 Falstaff.
206       Not so, my lord. Your ill angel is light; but hope
207       that looks upon me will take me without weighing. And yet in
208       respects, I grant, I cannot go—I cannot tell. Virtue is of
209       little regard in these costermongers' times that true valour
210       turn'd berod; pregnancy is made a tapster, and his quick wit
211       wasted in giving reckonings; all the other gifts appertinent
212       man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a
213       gooseberry. You that are old consider not the capacities of
214       that are young; you do measure the heat of our livers with
215       bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vaward of
216       youth, must confess, are wags too.
217 Lord Chief Justice.
218       Do you set down your name in the scroll of
219       that are written down old with all the characters of age?
220       you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white
221       decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice
222       your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every
223       part about you blasted with antiquity? And will you yet call
224       yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!
225 Falstaff.
226       My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the
227       afternoon, with a white head and something a round belly. For
228       voice—I have lost it with hallooing and singing of anthems.
229       approve my youth further, I will not. The truth is, I am only
230       in judgment and understanding; and he that will caper with me
231       a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him.
232       the box of the ear that the Prince gave youhe gave it like
233       rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have
234       him for it; and the young lion repentsmarry, not in ashes
235       sackcloth, but in new silk and old sack.
236 Lord Chief Justice.
237       Well, God send the Prince a better companion!
238 Falstaff.
239       God send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid
240       hands of him.
241 Lord Chief Justice.
242       Well, the King hath sever'd you. I hear you are
243       going with Lord John of Lancaster against the Archbishop and
244       Earl of Northumberland.
245 Falstaff.
246       Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look
247       pray, all you that kiss my Lady Peace at home, that our
248       join not in a hot day; for, by the Lord, I take but two
249       out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily. If it
250       hot day, and I brandish anything but a bottle, I would I
251       never spit white again. There is not a dangerous action can
252       out his head but I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last
253       but it was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they
254       have a good thing, to make it too common. If ye will needs
255       am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God my
256       were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to
257       eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with
258       perpetual motion.
259 Lord Chief Justice.
260       Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your
261       expedition!
262 Falstaff.
263       Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to
264       forth?
265 Lord Chief Justice.
266       Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient
267       bear crosses. Fare you well. Commend me to my cousin
268       Westmoreland.
 
269 Exeunt CHIEF JUSTICE and SERVANT
 
270 Falstaff.
271       If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man can
272       more separate age and covetousness than 'a can part young
273       and lechery; but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches
274       other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy!
275 Page.
276       Sir?
277 Falstaff.
278       What money is in my purse?
279 Page.
280       Seven groats and two pence.
281 Falstaff.
282       I can get no remedy against this consumption of the
283       purse; borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the
284       is incurable. Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster;
285       to the Prince; this to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to
286       Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I
287       perceiv'd the first white hair of my chin. About it; you know
288       where to find me.[Exit PAGE]A pox of this gout! or, a
289       this pox! for the one or the other plays the rogue with my
290       toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my
291       and my pension shall seem the more reasonable. A good wit
292       make use of anything. I will turn diseases to commodity.
 

4. Act I, Scene 3

0 York. The ARCHBISHOP’S palace
 
1 Enter the ARCHBISHOP, THOMAS MOWBRAY the EARL MARSHAL, LORD HASTINGS, and LORD BARDOLPH
 
2 Archbishop Scroop.
3       Thus have you heard our cause and known our means;
4       And, my most noble friends, I pray you all
5       Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes-
6       And first, Lord Marshal, what say you to it?
7 Lord Mowbray.
8       I well allow the occasion of our amis;
9       But gladly would be better satisfied
10       How, in our means, we should advance ourselves
11       To look with forehead bold and big enough
12       Upon the power and puissance of the King.
13 Lord Hastings.
14       Our present musters grow upon the file
15       To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
16       And our supplies live largely in the hope
17       Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
18       With an incensed fire of injuries.
19 Lord Bardolph.
20       The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus:
21       Whether our present five and twenty thousand
22       May hold up head without Northumberland?
23 Lord Hastings.
24       With him, we may.
25 Lord Bardolph.
26       Yea, marry, there's the point;
27       But if without him we be thought too feeble,
28       My judgment is we should not step too far
29       Till we had his assistance by the hand;
30       For, in a theme so bloody-fac'd as this,
31       Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
32       Of aids incertain, should not be admitted.
33 Archbishop Scroop.
34       'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for indeed
35       It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.
36 Lord Bardolph.
37       It was, my lord; who lin'd himself with hope,
38       Eating the air and promise of supply,
39       Flatt'ring himself in project of a power
40       Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts;
41       And so, with great imagination
42       Proper to madmen, led his powers to death,
43       And, winking, leapt into destruction.
44 Lord Hastings.
45       But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt
46       To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
47 Lord Bardolph.
48       Yes, if this present quality of war-
49       Indeed the instant action, a cause on foot-
50       Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
51       We see th' appearing buds; which to prove fruit
52       Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair
53       That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
54       We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
55       And when we see the figure of the house,
56       Then we must rate the cost of the erection;
57       Which if we find outweighs ability,
58       What do we then but draw anew the model
59       In fewer offices, or at least desist
60       To build at all? Much more, in this great work
61       Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
62       And set another upshould we survey
63       The plot of situation and the model,
64       Consent upon a sure foundation,
65       Question surveyors, know our own estate
66       How able such a work to undergo-
67       To weigh against his opposite; or else
68       We fortify in paper and in figures,
69       Using the names of men instead of men;
70       Like one that draws the model of a house
71       Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
72       Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost
73       A naked subject to the weeping clouds
74       And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
75 Lord Hastings.
76       Grant that our hopesyet likely of fair birth
77       Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd
78       The utmost man of expectation,
79       I think we are so a body strong enough,
80       Even as we are, to equal with the King.
81 Lord Bardolph.
82       What, is the King but five and twenty thousand?
83 Lord Hastings.
84       To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph;
85       For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
86       Are in three heads: one power against the French,
87       And one against Glendower; perforce a third
88       Must take up us. So is the unfirm King
89       In three divided; and his coffers sound
90       With hollow poverty and emptiness.
91 Archbishop Scroop.
92       That he should draw his several strengths together
93       And come against us in full puissance
94       Need not be dreaded.
95 Lord Hastings.
96       If he should do so,
97       He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
98       Baying at his heels. Never fear that.
99 Lord Bardolph.
100       Who is it like should lead his forces hither?
101 Lord Hastings.
102       The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland;
103       Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth;
104       But who is substituted against the French
105       I have no certain notice.
106 Archbishop Scroop.
107       Let us on,
108       And publish the occasion of our arms.
109       The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;
110       Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.
111       An habitation giddy and unsure
112       Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
113       O thou fond many, with what loud applause
114       Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke
115       Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!
116       And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
117       Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him
118       That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up.
119       So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
120       Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
121       And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,
122       And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?
123       They that, when Richard liv'd, would have him die
124       Are now become enamour'd on his grave.
125       Thou that threw'st dust upon his goodly head,
126       When through proud London he came sighing on
127       After th' admired heels of Bolingbroke,
128       Criest now 'O earth, yield us that king again,
129       And take thou this!' O thoughts of men accurs'd!
130       Past and to come seems best; things present, worst.
131 Lord Mowbray.
132       Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?
133 Lord Hastings.
134       We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
 
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