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marry, not in ashes, and sackcloth ; but in new silk, and old sack.
Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better companion !
Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him.
Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and prince Harry : I hear, you are going with lord John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the earl of Northumberland.
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 anything 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 God, 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 God 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 beetlet-A man can no more separate age and covetousness, than he can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees preventf my curses. --Boy !
Page. Sir ?
Fai. 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. (Exit PAGE.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more reasonable : A good wit will make use of anything; I will turn diseases to commodity.
* A quibble upon the double meaning of the term, cross being also a coin.
† A large wooden hammer, so heavy as to require three men to wield it. • Anticipate.
SCENE III.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's Palace. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, the Lords HASTINGS,
MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH.
Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms;
Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file
Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, standeth thus:-
Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point:
Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed,
Bard. It was, my lord; who lined himself with hope,
Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt,
Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war;-
To build at all? Much more, in this great work
Hast. Grant that our hopes (yet likely for fair birth)
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.
Arch. That he should draw his several strengths together,
Hast. If he should do so,
Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hither?
Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland:
Arch. Let us on;
So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
Mowb. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on ?
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 is your yeonian ? * Is it a lusty yeoman ? will a' stand to’t?
Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?
Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own house, and that most beastly: in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be out: he will foint like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.
Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust. Host. No, nor I neither : I'll be at your elbow. Fang. An I but fist him once: an a' come but within my vice; I
Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score:-Good master Fang, hold him sure;-good master Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continuantly to Pie-corner (saving your manhoods), to buy a saddle; and he's indited to dinner to the Lubbar's head in Lumbertstreet, to master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my exion is entered, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long
* Follower. # Grasp.
Libbard's, i. e. leopard's.