135 _North._ For this I shall have time enough to mourn. In poison there is physic; and these news,[3307] Having been well, that would have made me sick,[3308] Being sick, have in some measure made me well:[3309] And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, 140 Like strengthless hinges, buckle under life,[3310] Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire Out of his keeper's arms, even so my limbs, Weaken'd with grief, being now enraged with grief,[3311] Are thrice themselves. Hence, therefore, thou nice crutch![3312] 145 A scaly gauntlet now with joints of steel Must glove this hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif! Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which princes, flesh'd with conquest, aim to hit.[3313] Now bind my brows with iron; and approach 150 The ragged'st hour that time and spite dare bring[3314] To frown upon the enraged Northumberland! Let heaven kiss earth! now let not Nature's hand Keep the wild flood confined! let order die! And let this world no longer be a stage[3315] 155 To feed contention in a lingering act; But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And darkness be the burier of the dead! 160 _Tra._ This strained passion doth you wrong, my lord.[3316] _L. Bard._ Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour. _Mor._ The lives of all your loving complices Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er[3317] To stormy passion, must perforce decay. 165 You cast the event of war, my noble lord,[3318] And summ'd the account of chance, before you said[3318] 'Let us make head.' It was your presurmise,[3318] That, in the dole of blows, your son might drop:[3318] You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge,[3318] 170 More likely to fall in than to get o'er;[3318] You were advised his flesh was capable[3318] Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit[3318] Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged:[3318] Yet did you say 'Go forth;' and none of this,[3318] 175 Though strongly apprehended, could restrain[3318] The stiff-borne action: what hath then befallen,[3318] Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth,[3318][3319] More than that being which was like to be?[3318]