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All plum'd like Eftridges, that with the wind
Baited like Eagles, having lately bath'd:
Glittering in golden coats like images,
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the Sun at Midfummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls..
I faw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuiffes on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
Rife from the ground like feather'd Mercury;
And vaulted with fuch eafe into his seat,
As if an Angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegafus,

And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Hot. No more, no more; worfe than the Sun in
March,

This praise doth nourish agues; let them come.
They come like Sacrifices in their trim,
And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war,
All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them.
The mailed Mars fhall on his altar fit
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,
To hear this rich reprifal is so nigh,

And yet not ours. Come, let me take my horse,
Who is to bear me, like a thunder-bolt,
Against the bofom of the Prince of Wales.
Harry to Harry fhall (not horfe to horse)
Meet, and ne'er part, 'till One drop down a coarse.
Oh, that Glendower were come!'

Ver. There is more news:

I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,

He cannot draw his Pow'r this fourteen days.
Dowg. That's the worft tidings that I hear of, yet.
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frofty found.
Hot. What may the King's whole Battle reach unto?
Ver. To thirty thoufand.

Hot. Forty let it be ;

My father and Glendower being both away,
The Pow'r of us may serve so great a day.

Come,

Come, let us take a mufter speedily:
Dooms-day is near; die all, die merrily.
Dowg. Talk not of dying, I am out of fear
Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year.

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[Exeunt.

Changes to a Public Road, near Coventry.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.

Fal. BARDOLPH, get thee before to Coventry,

me a bottle of fack: our foldiers fhall

march through: we'll to Sutton-cop-hill to-night. Bard. Will you give me money, captain ?

Fal. Lay out, lay out.

Bard. This bottle makes an angel.

Fal. And if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll anfwer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's

end.

Bard. I will, captain; farewel.

[Exit. Fal. If I be not afham'd of my foldiers, I am a fowc'd gurnet: I have mif-us'd the King's Prefs damnably. I have got, in exchange of an hundred and fifty foldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good housholders, yeomens' fons; enquire me out contracted bachelors, fuch as had been afk'd twice on the banes: fuch a commodity of warm flaves, as had as lieve hear the devil, as a drum; such as fear the report of a culverin, worse than a ftruck deer, or a hurt wild duck. I prefs me none but fuch 10afts and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out their fervices and now my whole Charge confifts of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, flaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the Glutton's dogs licked his fores: and such VOL. V.

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as indeed were never foldiers, but difcarded unjust fervingmen, younger fons to younger brothers; revolted tapfters, and oftlers trade-fall'n, the cankers of a calm world and a long peace; ten times more difhonourably ragged, than an old-feaft ancient; and fuch have I to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their fervices; that you would think, I had a hundred and fifty tatter'd Prodigals, lately come from fwine-keeping, from eating draff and hufks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and preft the dead bodies. No eye hath feen fuch fkare-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 fhirt and a half in all my company; and the half fhirt is two napkins tack'd together, and thrown over the fhoulders like a herald's coat without fleeves; and the fhirt, to fay the truth ftoll'n from my Hoft 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 Weftmorland.

P. Henry. How now, blown Jack? how now, quilt? Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag, what a devil doft 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 muft away all to-night.

Fal. Tut, never fear me, I am as vigilant, as a Cat. to fteal cream.

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theft hath already made thee butter; but tell me, Jack, whofe fellows are thefe that come after?

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.

P. Henry. I did never fee fuch pitiful rafcals.

Fal. Tut, tut, good enough to tofs: food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better; tuh, 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 fure, they never learn'd that of me.

P. Henry. No. I'll be fworn, 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?

Weft. He is, Sir John: I fear, we shall stay too long. Fal. Well,

The latter end of a fray, and beginning of a feast, Fits a dull Fighter, and a keen Gueft.

SCENE IV.

Changes to SHREWSBURY.

[Exeunt.

Enter Hot-fpur, Worcester, Dowglas,, and Vernon.

Hot.

WET

WE'LL fight with him to-night.
Wor. It may not be.

Dowg. You give him then advantage.

Ver. Not a whit.

Hot. Why fay you fo? looks he not for supply? Ver. So do we.

Hot. He is certain, ours is doubtful.

Wor. Good coufin, be advis'd: ftir not to-night. Ver. Do not, my lord.

Dowg. You do not counsel well;

You speak it out of fear, and from cold heart.
Ver. Do me no flander, Dowglas: by my life,

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And I dare well maintain it with my life,
If well-refpected honour bid me on,
I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives.
Let it be feen to-morrow in the battel,
Which of us fears.

Dowg. Yea, or to-night.
Ver. Content.

Hot. To-night, say I.

Ver. Come, come, it may not be: I wonder much, Being men of fuch great Leading as you are, That you foresee not what impediments Drag back our expedition; certain horse Of my coufin Vernon's are not yet come up; Your uncle Worcester's horfe came but to day, And now their pride and mettle is asleep, Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, That not a horfe is half half of himself.

Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,

In gen'ral, journey-bated, and brought low:
The better part of ours are full of Reft.

Wor. The number of the King's exceedeth ours: For God's fake, coufin, ftay till all come in.

Blunt.

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[The Trumpets found a Parley.

SCENE 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 defervings, and good name,
Because you are not of our quality;

But ftand against us like an enemy.

Blunt. And heav'n defend, but ftill I fhould ftand fo,

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