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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.
 
The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth
 
Act I. Scene III.
 
York.  A Room in the ARCHBISHOP’S Palace.
 
Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, LORD 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:        5
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        10
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        15
With an incensed fire of injuries.
  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.        20
  L. Bard.        Ay, marry, there’s the point:
But if without him we be thought too feeble,
My judgment is, we should not step too far
Till we had his assistance by the hand;
For in a theme so bloody-fac’d as this,        25
Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
Of aids incertain should not be admitted.
  Arch.  ’Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for, indeed
It was young Hotspur’s case at Shrewsbury.
  L. Bard.  It was, my lord; who lin’d himself with hope,        30
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,        35
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,        40
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant as despair
That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
We first survey the plot, then draw the model;        45
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        50
To build at all? Much more, in this great work,—
Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
And set another up,—should we survey
The plot of situation and the model,
Consent upon a sure foundation,        55
Question surveyors, know our own estate,
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:        60
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
A naked subject to the weeping clouds,
And waste for churlish winter’s tyranny.        65
  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.        70
  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        75
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
And come against us in full puissance,        80
Need not be dreaded.
  Hast.        If he should do so,
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?        85
  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        90
And publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.
A habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.        95
O 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        100
That thou provok’st 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?        105
They that, when Richard liv’d, 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,        110
Cry’st now, ‘O earth! yield us that king again,
And take thou this!’ O, thoughts of men accurst!
Past and to come seem best; things present worst.
  Mowb.  Shall we go draw our numbers and set on?
  Hast.  We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.  [Exeunt.        115
 
 
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