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The Second Part of king Henry The Fourth.

one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the De­


grees prevent my curses. Boy?




What money is in my purse?


Seuen groats, and two pence.


I can get no remedy against this Consumption of


the purse. Borrowing onely lingers, and lingers it out,

but the disease is incureable. Go beare this letter to my

Lord of Lancaster, this to the Prince, this to the Earle of

Westmerland, and this to old Mistris Vrsula, whome I

haue weekly sworne to marry, since perceiu'd the first


white haire on my chin. About it: you know where to

finde me. A pox of this Gowt, or a Gowt of this Poxe:

for the one or th'other playes the rogue with my great

toe: It is no matter, if I do halt, I haue the warres for my

colour, and my Pension shall seeme the more reasonable.


A good wit will make vse of any thing: I will turne dis­

eases to commodity.

Scena Quarta, [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Archbishop, Hastings, Mowbray, and Lord Bardolfe. Ar. Thus haue you heard our causes, & kno our Means: And my most noble Friends, I pray you all Speake plainly your opinions of our hopes,
And first (Lord Marshall) what say you to it?
Mow. I well allow the occasion of our Armes, But gladly would be better satisfied, How (in our Meanes ) we should advance our selues To looke with forhead bold and big enough
Vpon the Power and puisance of the King.
Hast. Our present Musters grow vpon the File To fiue and twenty thousand men of choice: And our Supplies, liue largely in the hope Of great Northumberland, whose bosome burnes
With an incensed Fire of Injuries.
L. Bar. The question then (Lord Hastings) standeth thus Whether our present fiue and twenty thousand May hold‑vp‑head, without Northumberland: Hast.

With him, we may.

L. Bar.
I marry, there's the point: But if without him we be thought to feeble, My iudgement is, we should not step too farre Till we had his Assistance by the hand. For in a Theame so bloody fac'd, as this,
Coniecture, Expectation, and Surmise Of Aydes incertaine, should not be admitted.
Arch. 'Tis very true Lord Bardolfe, for indeed It was yong Hotspurres case, at Shrewsbury. L. Bar. It was (my Lord) who lin'd himself with hope,
Eating the ayre, on promise of Supply, Flatt'ring himselfe with Proiect of a power, Much smaller, then the smallest of his Thoughts, And so with great imagination (Proper to mad men) led his Powers to death,
And (winking) leap'd into destruction.
Hast. But (by your leave) it neuer yet did hurt, To lay downe likely‑hoods, and formes of hope. L. Bar. Yes, if this present quality of warre, Indeed the instant action: a cause on foot,
Liues so in hope: As in an early Spring, We see th'appearing buds, which to proue fruite, Hope giues not so much warrant, as Dispaire That Frosts will bite them. When we meane to build, We first suruey the Plot, then draw the Modell,

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And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the Erection, Which if we finde out‑weighes Ability, What do we then, but draw a‑new the Modell In fewer offices? Or at least, desist
To builde at all? Much more, in this great worke, (Which is (almost) to plucke a Kingdome downe, And set another vp) should we suruey The plot of Situation, and the Modell; Consent vpon a sure Foundation:
Question Surueyors, know our owne estate, How able such a Worke to vndergo, To weigh against his Opposite? Or else, We fortifie in Paper, and in figures, Vsing the Names of men, instead of men:
Like one, that drawes the Modell of a house Beyond his power to builde it; who (halfe through) Giues o're, and leaues his part‑created Cost A naked subiect to the Weeping Clouds, And waste, for churlish Winters tyranny.
Grant that our hopes (yet likely of faire byrth) Should be still‑borne: and that we now possest The vtmost man of expectation: I thinke we are a Body strong enough (Euen as we are) to equall with the King.
L. Bar.
What is the King but fiue & twenty thousand?
Hast. To vs no more: nay not so much Lord Bardolf. For his diuisions (as the Times do braul) Are in three Heads: one Power against the French, And one against Glendower: Perforce a third
Must take vp vs: So is the vnfirme King In three diuided: and his Coffers found With hollow Pouerty, and Emptinesse.
Ar. That he should draw his seuerall strengths togither And come against vs in full puissance
Need not be dreaded.
Hast. If he should do so, He leaues his backe vnarm'd, the French, and Welch Baying him at the heeles: neuer feare that. L. Bar. Who is it like should lead his Forces hither? Hast.
The Duke of Lancaster, and Westmerland: Against the Welsh himselfe, and Harrie Monmouth. But who is substitiuetd 'gainst the French, I haue no certaine notice.
Arch. Let vs on:
And publish the occasion of our Armes. The Common‑wealth is sicke of their owne Choice, Their ouer‑greedy loue hath surfetted: An habitation giddy, and vnsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond Many, with what loud applause Did'st thou beate heauen with blessing Bullingbrooke, Before he was, what thou would'st haue him be? And being now trimm'd in thine owne desires, Thou (beastly Feeder)art so full of him,
That thou prouok'st thy selfe to cast him vp. So, so, (thou common Dogge) did'st thou disgorge Thy glutton‑bosome of the Royall Richard, And now thou would'st eate thy dead vomit vp, And howl'st to finde it. What trust is in these Times?
They, that when Richard liu'd, would haue him dye, Are now become enamour'd on his graue. Thou that threw'st dust vpon his goodly head When through proud London he came sighing on, After th'admired heeles of Bullingbrooke,
Cri'st now, O Earth, yeeld vs that King agine, And

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