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I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse. Borrowing only
lingers and lingers it out, but [230] the disease is incurable. Go bear this
letter to my Lord of Lancaster, this to the prince, this to the Earl of
Westmoreland, and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to

marry since I perceived the first white hair of my chin. About it. You know
where to find me. [235] [Exit Page.] A pox of this gout! Or a gout of this pox!
For the one or the other plays the rogue with my great toe. ’Tis no matter if I
do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more

reasonable. A good wit will make use of anything. I will turn diseases to
[240] commodity.
[Exit.]

Scene III IT

Enter the Archbishop, Thomas Mowbray [Earl Marshal], the Lords Hastings
and Bardolph.

ARCHBISHOP
Thus have you heard our cause and know our means;
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,

Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes.
And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?

MOWBRAY
I well allow the occasion of our arms, [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.

HASTINGS
Our present musters grow upon the file [10]
To five-and-twenty thousand men of choice;

And our supplies live largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns
With an incensèd fire of injuries.