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All plum'd like Eftridges, that with the wind
not ours. Come, let me take my horse,
Ver. There is more news :
Dowg. That's the worst tidings that I hear of, yet.
Hot. Forty let it be ;,
Come, let us take a muster speedily:
Dowg. Talk not of dying, I am out of fear
Changes to a Public Road, near Coventry.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. Fal. B4 ARDOLPH, get thee before to Coventry,
fill me a bottle of fack: our soldiers fall march through: we'll to Sutton-cop-hill to-night.
Bard. Will you give me money, captain ?
Fel. And if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coinage.
lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain ; farewel.
[Exit. Fal. If I be not asham'd of my soldiers, I am fowc'd gurnet: I have mif-us'd the King's Press damnably. I have got, in exchange of an hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good housholders, yeomens' fons ; enquire me out contracted bachelors, such as had been afk'd twice on the banes: such a commodity of warm llaves, as had as lieve hear the devil, as a drum; such as fear the report of a culverin, worse than a struck deer, or a hurt wild duck. I press me none but such loafts and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out their services : and now my whole Charge consists of an: cients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, flaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the Glution's dogs licked his fores: and such
as indeed were never soldiers, but discarded unjust servingmen, younger sons to younger brothers ; revolted tapsters, and oftlers trade-fall'n, the cankers of a calm world and a long peace; ten times more difhonourably ragged, than an old-feast ancient; and such have s to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services; that you would think, I had a hundred and fifty tatter'd Prodigals, latel come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and hulks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and prest the dead bodies. No eye hath feen such skare-crows : I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat, Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had * gyves on; for, indeed, I had the moft of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half shirt is two napkins tack'd together, and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth foll'n from my Host of St. . Albans; or the red-nos'd Inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one, they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
Enter Prince Henry, and Westmorland. P. Henry. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt?
Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag, what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire? My good lord of Westmorland, I cry you mercy; I thought, your Honour had already been at Shrewsbury.
Weft. 'Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and you too; but my
Powers are there already. The King, I can tell you, looks for us all; we must away all to-night.
Fal. Tut, never fear me, I am as vigilant, as a Cat. to steal cream. P. Henry. I think, to steal cream, indeed; for thy gyves on ;] i. c. Shakles.
theft hath already made thee butter; but tell me, Jack, whose fellows are there that come after ?
Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
Fal. Tut, tut, good enough to tofs: food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better; tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Weft. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks, they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly.
Fal. Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that; and for their bareness, I am sure, they never learn'd that of me.
P. Henry. No, Tll be sworn, unless you call three fingers on the ribs, bare. · But, Sirrah, 'make hafte. Percy is already in the field.
Fal. What, is the King encamp'd ?
Fal. Well, ...
Changes to SHREWS BURY. Enter Hot-fpur, Worcester, Dowglas, , and Vernon. Hot. 1 E'LL fight with him to-night. .
Dowg. You do not counsel well;
And I dare well maintain it with my life,
Dowg. Yea, or to-night.
Ver. Come, come, it may not be: I wonder much,
's are not yet come up;
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,
Wor. The number of the King's exceedeth ours: For God's fake, cousin, stay till all come in.
[The Trumpets found a Parley.
S CE NE V,
Enter Sir Walter Blunt.
Come with gracious Offers from the King,
If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect. Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt: and would to God, You were of our determination ; Some of us love you well; and ev'n those some Envy your great deservings, and good name, Because you are not of our quality; But stand against us like an enemy. Blunt. And heav'n defend, but still I should stand fo,