Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 1, Scene 3
York. A room in the Archbishop’s palace.
- Enter the Archbishop of York, Thomas Mowbray Earl Marshal,
- the Lord Hastings, and Lord Bardolph.
Archbishop of York3 - 6
- 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.
- And first, Lord Marshal, what say you to it?
Lord Mowbray7 - 11
- 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.
Lord Hastings12 - 16
- 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
- With an incensed fire of injuries.
Lord Bardolph17 - 19
- The question then, Lord Hastings, standeth thus:
- Whether our present five and twenty thousand
- May hold up head without Northumberland?
- With him, we may.
Lord Bardolph21 - 27
- Yea, 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,
- Conjecture, expectation, and surmise
- Of aids incertain should not be admitted.
Archbishop of York28 - 29
- ’Tis very true, Lord Bardolph, for indeed
- It was young Hotspur’s cause at Shrewsbury.
Lord Bardolph30 - 36
- It was, my lord, who lin’d himself with hope,
- Eating the air, and promise of supply,
- Flatt’ring himself in 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, leapt into destruction.
Lord Hastings37 - 38
- But by your leave, it never yet did hurt
- To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope.
Lord Bardolph39 - 65
- Yes, if this present quality of war—
- Indeed the instant action, a cause on foot—
- Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
- We see th’ 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,
- 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 least desist
- 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,
- 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 in stead of men,
- Like one that draws the model of an house
- Beyond his power to build it, who, half thorough,
- Gives o’er, and leaves his part-created cost
- A naked subject to the weeping clouds
- And waste for churlish winter’s tyranny.
Lord Hastings66 - 70
- 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 so a body strong enough,
- Even as we are, to equal with the King.
- What, is the King but five and twenty thousand?
Lord Hastings72 - 78
- 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.
Archbishop of York79 - 81
- That he should draw his several strengths together,
- And come against us in full puissance,
- Need not to be dreaded.
Lord Hastings82 - 84
- If he should do so,
- To French and Welsh he leaves his back unarm’d,
- They baying him at the heels. Never fear that.
- Who is it like should lead his forces hither?
Lord Hastings86 - 89
- The Duke of Lancaster and Westmorland;
- Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth;
- But who is substituted against the French,
- I have no certain notice.
Archbishop of York90 - 113
- Let us on!
- And publish the occasion of our arms.
- The commonwealth is sick of their own choice,
- Their over-greedy love hath surfeited.
- An habitation giddy and unsure
- Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
- O thou fond many, with what loud applause
- Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bullingbrook
- 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,
- 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?
- They that, when Richard liv’d, would have him die,
- Are now become enamor’d on his grave.
- Thou, that threw’st dust upon his goodly head
- When through proud London he came sighing on
- After th’ admired heels of Bullingbrook,
- Cri’st now, “O earth, yield us that king again,
- And take thou this!” O thoughts of men accurs’d!
- Past and to come seems best; things present worst.
- Shall we go draw our numbers and set on?
- We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.