Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man
can no more separate age and covetousness than a' can[3423]215
part young limbs and lechery: but the gout galls the one,
and the pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees[3424]
prevent my curses. Boy!
Page. Sir?
Fal. What money is in my purse?220
Page. Seven groats and two pence.
Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumption of
the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but
the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter to my Lord of
Lancaster; this to the prince; this to the Earl of225
Westmoreland; and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have
weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white
hair on my chin. About it: you know where to find me.[3425]
[Exit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox![3426]
for the one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe.[3427]230
'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour,[3428]
and my pension shall seem the more reasonable. A good
wit will make use of any thing: I will turn diseases to
commodity. [Exit.[3429]
Scene III. York. The Archbishop's Palace.
Enter the Archbishop, the Lords Hastings, Mowbray, and Bardolph.[3430]
Arch. Thus have you heard our cause and known our means;[3431]
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,[3432]
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:
And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?
Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms;[3433]5
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.
Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file10
To five and twenty thousand men of choice;
And our supplies live largely in the hope[3434]
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
With an incensed fire of injuries.