Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.73 · 498 words
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The question then Lord Hastings standeth thus, Whether our present five and twenty thousand, May hold up head without Northumberland. With him we may. Yea mary, there's the point, But if without him we be thought too feeble, My judgement is we should not step too far. 'tis very true lord Bardolfe, for indeed It was young Hotspurs cause at Shrewsbury. It was my Lord, who lined himself with hope, Eating the air, and promise of supply, Flattering 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. But by your leave it never yet did hurt, To lay down likelihoods and forms of hope. We fortify in paper and in figures, Using the names of men in steed of men, Like on that draws the model of an house, Beyond his power to build it, who (half through) Gives over, and leaves his part-created cost, A naked subject to the weeping clouds, And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. Grant that our hopes (yet likely of fair birth) Should be still borne, and that we now possessed The utmost man of expectation, I think we are so, body strong enough, Even as we are to equal with the King. What, is the King but ●iue and twenty thousand? To us no more, nay not so much 〈◊〉 Bardolfe, For his divisions, as the times do brawl, And in three heads, one power against the French, And one against Glendower perforce a third Must take up us, so is the unfirme King In three divided, and his coffers sound With hollow poverty and emptiness. That he should draw his several strengths together, And come against us in full puissance, Need not to be dreaded. If he should do so, French and Welsh he leaves his back unarmeded, they baying him at the heels, never fear that. Who is it like should lead his forces hither? The Duke of Lancaster and Westmoreland: Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth: But who is substituted against the French I have no certain notice. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? We are Times subjects, and Time bids be gone. Master Phang, have you entered the action? It is entered. Where's your yeoman? be't a lusty yeoman? will a stand to't? Sirrah, where's Snare? O Lord I, good master Snare. Here, here. Snare, we must arrest sir Iohn Falstaff. Yea good master Snare, I have entered him and all. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab. Alas the day, take heed of him, he stabbed me in mine own house, most beastly in good faith, a cares not what mischief he does, if his weapon be out, he will foin like any devil, he will spare neither man, woman, nor child. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.
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The question then Lord Hastings standeth thus, Whether our present fiue and twentie thousand, May hold vp head without Northumberland. With him we may. Yea mary, theres the point, But if without him we be thought too feeble, My iudgement is we should not step too far. Tis very true lord Bardolfe, for indeede It was yong Hot-spurs cause at Shrewsbury. It was my Lord, who lined himselfe with hope, Eating the ayre, and promise of supplie, Flattring himselfe in proiect of a power, Much smaller then the smallest of his thoughts, And so with great imagination, Proper to mad-men, led his powers to death, And winking, leapt into destruction. But by your leaue it neuer yet did hurt, To lay downe likelihoods and formes of hope. We fortifie in paper and in figures, Vsing the names of men in steed of men, Like on that drawes the model of an house, Beyond his power to build it, who (halfe thorough) Giues ore, and leaues his part-created cost, A naked subiect to the weeping clowdes, And waste for churlish winters tyrannie. Grant that our hopes (yet likely of faire birth) Should be stil borne, and that we now possest The vtmost man of expectation, I thinke we are so, body strong enough, Euen as we are to equal with the King. What, is the King but iue and twenty thousand? To vs no more, nay not so much Bardolfe, For his diuisions, as the times do brawle, And in three heads, one power against the French, And one against Glendower perforce a third Must take vp vs, so is the vnfirme King In three diuided, and his coffers sound With hollow pouertie and emptinesse. That he should draw his seuerall strengths togither, And come against vs in full puissance, Need not to be dreaded. If he should do so, French and Welch he leaues his back vnarmde, they baying him at the heeles, neuer feare that. Who is it like should leade his forces hither? The Duke of Lancaster and Westmerland: Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth: But who is substituted against the French I haue no certaine notice. Shall we go draw our numbers, and set on? We are Times subiects, and Time bids be gone. Master Phang, haue you entred the action? It is entred. Wheres your yeoman? ist a lusty yeoman? wil a stand too't? Sirra, wheres Snare? O Lord I, good master Snare. Here, here. Snare, we must arest sir Iohn Falstaffe. Yea good master Snare, I haue entred him and all. It may chaunce cost some of vs our liues, for he will stabbe. Alas the day, take heed of him, he stabd me in mine owne house, most beastly in good faith, a cares not what mischiefe he does, if his weapon be out, he will foyne like any diuell, he will spare neither man, woman, nor child. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.