Enter KING HENRY, BEDFORD, and GLOUCESTER
Gloucester, ’tis true that we are in great danger.
The greater therefore should our courage be.
—Good morrow, brother Bedford. God almighty,
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
5Would men observingly distill it out.
For our bad neighbor makes us early stirrers,
Which is both healthful and good husbandry.
Besides, they are our outward consciences
And preachers to us all, admonishing
10That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Thus may we gather honey from the weed
And make a moral of the devil himself.
Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good soft pillow for that good white head
15Were better than a churlish turf of France.
Not so, my liege, this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, “Now lie I like a king.”
'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example. So the spirit is eased.
20And when the mind is quickened, out of doubt,
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move,
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both,
25Commend me to the princes in our camp,
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them all to my pavilion.