and every third word a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife: he was so forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick sight were invincible: he was the very genius of famine; he came ever in the rearward of the fashion; and sung those tunes to the over-scutched huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his fancies, or his good-nights.And now is this Vice's dagger become a squire; and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him; and I'll be sworn he never saw him but once in the tilt-yard; and then he burst his head, for crowding among the marshal's men. I saw it; and told John of Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have trussed him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court; and now hath he land and beeves. Well I will be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall go hard, but I will make him a philosopher's two stones to me. If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason, in the law of nature, but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I.-A Forest in Yorkshire. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY Archbishop. HAT is this forest call'd? Hast. 'Tis Gualtree forest, an't shall please your grace. Arch. Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth, To know the numbers of our enemies. Hast. We have sent forth already. Arch. 'Tis well done. My friends, and brethren in these great af fairs, I must acquaint you that I have received Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces. Hast. Enter a Messenger. Now, what news? Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly form comes on the enemy: [number And, by the ground they hide, I judge their Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand. Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them out. Let us sway on, and face them in the field. Enter WESTMORELAND. Arch. What well-appointed leader fronts us here ? Mowb. I think it is my lord of Westmoreland. West. Health and fair greeting from our general, The prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster. Arch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in peace; What doth concern your coming? West. Then, my lord Unto your grace do I in chief address The substance of my speech. If that re bellion Came like itself, in base and abject routs, Led on by bloody youths, guarded with rags, And countenanced by boys and beggary; I say, Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war? Turning your books to greaves, your ink to blood, Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine To a loud trumpet, and a point of war? Arch. Wherefore do I this?—so the ques Briefly to this end:-We are all diseased; And purge the obstructions, which begin to stop Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. And find our griefs heavier than our offences. run, And are enforced from our most quiet sphere By the rough torrent of occasion: And have the summary of all our griefs, When time shall serve, to show in articles; Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king, And might by no suit gain our audience: When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, We are denied access unto his person Even by those men that most have done us wrong. The dangers of the days but newly gone, West. When ever yet was your appeal denied? Wherein have you been galled by the king? What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you? |