The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_L. Bard._ We all that are engaged to this loss 180
Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas
That if we wrought out life 'twas ten to one;[3320]
And yet we ventured, for the gain proposed[3321]
Choked the respect of likely peril fear'd;
And since we are o'erset, venture again. 185
Come, we will all put forth, body and goods.[3322]
_Mor._ 'Tis more than time: and, my most noble lord,
I hear for certain, and do speak the truth,[3323]
The gentle Archbishop of York is up[3324]
With well-appointed powers: he is a man[3324] 190
Who with a double surety binds his followers.[3324]
My lord your son had only but the corpse,[3324][3325]
But shadows and the shows of men, to fight;[3324]
For that same word, rebellion, did divide[3324]
The action of their bodies from their souls;[3324] 195
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,[3324]
As men drink potions, that their weapons only[3324]
Seem'd on our side; but, for their spirits and souls,[3324]
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,[3324]
As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop[3324][3326] 200
Turns insurrection to religion:[3324]
Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,[3324]
He's followed both with body and with mind;[3324]
And doth enlarge his rising with the blood[3324][3327]
Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones;[3324] 205
Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause;[3324]
Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land,[3324]
Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke;[3324]
And more and less do flock to follow him.[3324]
_North._ I knew of this before; but, to speak truth, 210
This present grief had wiped it from my mind.
Go in with me; and counsel every man
The aptest way for safety and revenge:
Get posts and letters, and make friends with speed:
Never so few, and never yet more need.[3328] [_Exeunt._ 215
SCENE II. _London. A street._
_Enter_ FALSTAFF, _with his_ Page _bearing his sword and
buckler_.[3329]
_Fal._ Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my
water?
_Page._ He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy[3330]
water; but, for the party that owed it, he might have more[3331]
diseases than he knew for.[3332] 5
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