Fal. I would you would, master Shallow. Shal. Go to; I have spoke, at a word. Fare you [Exeunt Shallow and Silence. well. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardolph; lead the men away. [Exeunt Bardolph, Recruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch off these justices: I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying! This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbull-street; 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 invisible: he was the very genius of famine; yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores called him-mandrake: he came ever in the rear-ward 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 truss'd him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court; and now has 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. : SCENE 1. A Forest in YORKSHIRE. Enter the ARCHBISHOP of YORK, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and others. Arch. What is this forest call'd? Hast. "Tis Gaultree forest, an't shall please your grace. Arch. Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers To know the numbers of our enemies. [forth, Hast. We have sent forth already. Arch. "Tis well done. My friends, and brethren in these great affairs, I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd New-dated letters from Northumberland; Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus:Here doth he wish his person, with such powers As might hold sortance with his quality, this The which he could not levy; whereupon He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes, To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers, That your attempts may overlive the hazard, And fearful meeting of their opposite. Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch And dash themselves to pieces. Hast.. [ground, Enter a Messenger. Now, what news? Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly form comes on the enemy: And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number, 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, The substance of my speech. If that rebellion With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop,- ; Your pens to lances; and your tongue divine Arch. Wherefore do I this?-so the question stands. Troop in the throngs of military men: What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, We see which way the stream of time doth run, By the rough torrent of occasion: And have the summary of all our griefs, When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, Even by those men that most have done us wrong. West. Whenever yet was your appeal denied? Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine, Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth, To brother born an household cruelty, I make my quarrel in particular. West. There is no need of any such redress; Or, if there were, it not belongs to you. Mowb. Why not to him, in part; and to us all, And suffer the condition of these times West. His own life hung upon the staff he threw : Then threw he down himself; and all their lives, Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke. West. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know not The earl of Hereford was reputed then [what : |