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 prevent" my curses.-Boy! Page. Sir? Fal. What money is in my purse? Page. Seven groats and two-pence. 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. [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 any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity.* [Exit. SCENE III. York. A Room in the Archbishop's Palace. Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords HASTINGS, MOWBRAY, and BARDOLPH. [means; Arch. Thus have you heard our cause, and known our 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. of the beetle, and a third man, by the short handle, assists in raising it to strike the blow. Such an implement was, without doubt, very suitable for filliping so corpulent a being as Falstaff.-STEEVENS. prevent]-means, in this place, to anticipate. Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns 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. Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point; My judgment is, we should not step too far Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted. Arch. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Bard. It was, my lord; who lin'd' himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply, Flattering himself with 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, We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, lin'd-] That is, strengthened, doubled. z Much smaller than the smallest-] i. e. Which turned out to be much smaller. -MUSGRAVE. a Yes, in this present quality of war ;-] The original reading of this passage is : Yes, if this present quality of war ;— Indeed the instant action, (a cause on foot,) Lives so in hope, &c. This passage is by all allowed to be corrupt. The emendation in the text is made by Dr. Johnson. We first survey the plot, then draw the model; What do we then, but draw anew the model To build at all? Much more, in this great work, A naked subject to the weeping clouds, 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. 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,c 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 toAnd come against us in full puissance, Need not be dreaded. b Consent-] i. e. Agree. [gether, cone power against the French,] During this rebellion of Northumberland and the archbishop, a French army of twelve thousand men landed at Milford Haven, in Wales, for the aid of Owen Glendower.-STEEVENS. If he should do so, Hast. Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hither? Hast. The duke of Lancaster,d and Westmoreland: Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth: But who is substituted 'gainst the French, And publish the occasion of our arms. The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, Hath he, that buildeth on the vulgar heart. O thou fond many with what loud applause Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times? a The duke of Lancaster,] This is an anachronism. Prince John of Lancaster was not created a duke till the second year of his brother, King Henry the Fifth.-MALone. many!] From the French mesnie, a multitude.-DOUCE. ACT II. SCENE I.-London. A Street. Enter Hostess; FANG, and his Boy, with her; and Host. Master Fang, have you entered the action? Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty yeoman? will a' stand to't? Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare! Host. O lord, ay: good master Snare. Snare. Here, here. Fang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstaff. Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have entered him and all. Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab. 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 foin 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 ; 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 Lumbert-street, to master Smooth's the silkman: Where is your yeoman?] A bailiff's follower was, in our author's time, called a serjeant's yeoman.-MALONE. * —— vice ;—] i. e. Grasp; a metaphor taken from a smith's vice. There is another reading in the old edition, view.-POPE. lubbar's head-] This is, I suppose, a colloquial corruption of the Libbard's head.-JOHNSON |