Act 1, Scene 3

York. The Archbishop's palace.

  1. [Enter the Archbishop, the Lords Hastings, Mowbray, Bardolph.]
  2. Archbishop of York
  3. 464 Thus have you heard our cause and known our means;
  4. 465 And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
  5. 466 Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:
  6. 467 And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?
  7. Lord Mowbray
  8. 468 I well allow the occasion of our arms;
  9. 469 But gladly would be better satisfied
  10. 470 How in our means we should advance ourselves
  11. 471 To look with forehead bold and big enough
  12. 472 Upon the power and puissance of the king.
  13. Lord Hastings
  14. 473 Our present musters grow upon the file
  15. 474 To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
  16. 475 And our supplies live largely in the hope
  17. 476 Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
  18. 477 With an incensed fire of injuries.
  19. Lord Bardolph
  20. 478 The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus:
  21. 479 Whether our present five and twenty thousand
  22. 480 May hold up head without Northumberland?
  23. Lord Hastings
  24. 481 With him, we may.
  25. Lord Bardolph
  26. 482 Yea, marry, there 's the point:
  27. 483 But if without him we be thought too feeble,
  28. 484 My judgement is, we should not step too far
  29. 485 Till we had his assistance by the hand;
  30. 486 For in a theme so bloody-faced as this
  31. 487 Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
  32. 488 Of aids incertain should not be admitted.
  33. Archbishop of York
  34. 489 'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for indeed
  35. 490 It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.
  36. Lord Bardolph
  37. 491 It was, my lord; who lined himself with hope,
  38. 492 Eating the air on promise of supply,
  39. 493 Flattering himself in project of a power
  40. 494 Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts:
  41. 495 And so, with great imagination
  42. 496 Proper to madmen, led his powers to death
  43. 497 And winking leap'd into destruction.
  44. Lord Hastings
  45. 498 But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt
  46. 499 To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
  47. Lord Bardolph
  48. 500 Yes, if this present quality of war,
  49. 501 Indeed the instant action: a cause on foot
  50. 502 Lives so in hope as in an early spring
  51. 503 We see the appearing buds; which to prove fruit,
  52. 504 Hope gives not so much warrant as despair
  53. 505 That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build,
  54. 506 We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
  55. 507 And when we see the figure of the house,
  56. 508 Then we must rate the cost of the erection;
  57. 509 Which if we find outweighs ability,
  58. 510 What do we then but draw anew the model
  59. 511 In fewer offices, or at least desist
  60. 512 To build at all? Much more, in this great work,
  61. 513 Which is almost to pluck a kingdom down
  62. 514 And set another up, should we survey
  63. 515 The plot of situation and the model,
  64. 516 Consent upon a sure foundation,
  65. 517 Question surveyors, know our own estate,
  66. 518 How able such a work to undergo,
  67. 519 To weigh against his opposite; or else
  68. 520 We fortify in paper and in figures,
  69. 521 Using the names of men instead of men;
  70. 522 Like one that draws the model of a house
  71. 523 Beyond his power to build it; who, half through,
  72. 524 Gives o'er and leaves his part-created cost
  73. 525 A naked subject to the weeping clouds
  74. 526 And waste for churlish winter's tyranny.
  75. Lord Hastings
  76. 527 Grant that our hopes, yet likely of fair birth,
  77. 528 Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd
  78. 529 The utmost man of expectation,
  79. 530 I think we are a body strong enough,
  80. 531 Even as we are, to equal with the king.
  81. Lord Bardolph
  82. 532 What, is the king but five and twenty thousand?
  83. Lord Hastings
  84. 533 To us no more; nay, not so much, Lord Bardolph.
  85. 534 For his divisions, as the times do brawl,
  86. 535 Are in three heads: one power against the French,
  87. 536 And one against Glendower; perforce a third
  88. 537 Must take up us: so is the unfirm king
  89. 538 In three divided; and his coffers sound
  90. 539 With hollow poverty and emptiness.
  91. Archbishop of York
  92. 540 That he should draw his several strengths together
  93. 541 And come against us in full puissance,
  94. 542 Need not be dreaded.
  95. Lord Hastings
  96. 543 If he should do so,
  97. 544 He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh
  98. 545 Baying him at the heels: never fear that.
  99. Lord Bardolph
  100. 546 Who is it like should lead his forces hither?
  101. Lord Hastings
  102. 547 The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland;
  103. 548 Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth:
  104. 549 But who is substituted 'gainst the French,
  105. 550 I have no certain notice.
  106. Archbishop of York
  107. 551 Let us on,
  108. 552 And publish the occasion of our arms.
  109. 553 The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;
  110. 554 Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:
  111. 555 An habitation giddy and unsure
  112. 556 Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
  113. 557 O thou fond many, with what loud applause
  114. 558 Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke,
  115. 559 Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!
  116. 560 And being now trimm'd in thine own desires,
  117. 561 Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him,
  118. 562 That thou provokest thyself to cast him up.
  119. 563 So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge
  120. 564 Thy glutton bosom of the royal Richard;
  121. 565 And now thou wouldst eat thy dead vomit up,
  122. 566 And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times?
  123. 567 They that, when Richard lived, would have him die,
  124. 568 Are now become enamour'd on his grave:
  125. 569 Thou that threw'st dust upon his goodly head
  126. 570 When through proud London he came sighing on
  127. 571 After the admired heels of Bolingbroke,
  128. 572 Criest now "O earth, yield us that king again,
  129. 573 And take thou this!" O thoughts of men accursed!
  130. 574 Past and to come seems best; things present worst.
  131. Lord Mowbray
  132. 575 Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on?
  133. Lord Hastings
  134. 576 We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.
  135. [Exeunt.]