Hot. Fourtie let it be. My father and Glendower being both away, Dowg. Talke not of dying, I am out of feare Enter Falftalffe and Bardoll. Exeunt. Falf. Bardoll, get thee before to Couentry, fill mee a bottle of facke, our fouldiers fhall march through; weele to Suttoncop-hill to night. Bar. Will you give me money captaine? Fall. Lay out, lay out. Bar. This bottle makes an angell. Falf. And if it do, take it for thy labour, and if it make twentie, take them all, Ile anfwere the coynage; bid my lieutenant Peto meete me a townes end. Bar. I will captaine: farewell. * Exit. Falf. If I be ashamed of my fouldiers, I am a fowft gurnet; I haue mifufed the kinges preffe damnably. I haue got in exchange of 150 fouldiers, 300 and odde pounds. I preffe me none but good houfholders, yeomens fonnes, inquire me out contracted batchelers, fuch as had been afkt twice on the banes; fuch a commoditie of warme flaues, as had as leiue heare the diuell as a drumme, such as feare the report of a caliuer, worfe then a ftrook-foole, or a hurt wild-ducke: I preft me none but fuch tofts and butter, with heartes in their bellies no bigger then pins heads, and they haue bought out their feruifes: and now, my whole charge confiftes of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, flaues as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth where the gluttons dogs licked his fores: and fuch as indeed were neuer fouldiers, but difcarded vniuft feruingmen, yonger fonnes to yonger brothers, reuolted tapfters and oftlers tradefalne, the cankers of a calme world, and long peace, ten times more difhonorable ragged, then an old faczde ancient; and fuch haue I to fill vp the roomes of them as haue bought out their feruices, that you would thinke, that I had a hundred and fiftie tottered prodigals, lately come from fwine-keeping, from eating draffe and hufkes. A madd fellow met me on the way, and told me I had vnloaded all the gibbets, and preft the dead bodies. No eye hath feene such skar-crowes. Ile not march through Couentry with them, that's flat: nay, and the villaines march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyues on, for indeed, I had the most of them out of prifon; there's not a shirt and a halfe in all my company, and the halfe fhirt is two napkins tackt togeather, and throwne ouer the fhoulders like a hearalds coate without fleeues; and the fhirt to fay the truth, ftolne from my host of S. Albones, or the red-nofe In-keeper of Dauinntry but that's all one, they'le finde linnen enough on euery hedge. * Enter the prince, and the lord of Weftmerland. Prin. How now blowne Iacke? how now quilt? Fal. What Hal? how now mad wag, what a diuell doft thou in Warwick-fbire? my good L. of Weftmerland, I cry you mercy, I thought your honour had already bin at Shrewesburie. Weft. Fayth, fir Iohn, t'is more then time that I were there, and you too; but my powers are there already: the king I can you †, lookes for vs all; we must away all night. Fal. Tut, neuer feare tell me, I am as vigilant as a cat, to fteale creame. *Daintry. † tell you. Prin. I thinke to fteale creame indeed, for thy theft hath already made thee butter: but tell me, lacke, whose fellowes are these that come after ? Falf. Mine Hal, mine. Prin. I did neuer fee fuch pittifull rafcals. Falf. Tut, tut, good enough to toffe, food for powder, food for powder, they'le fill a pit as well as better: tufh man, mortall men, mortail men. Weft. I, but, fir Iohn, mee-thinkes they are exceeding poore and bare, too beggarly. Fal. Faith, for their pouerty, I know not where they had that ; And for their barenes, I am fure they neuer learnt that of me. Pri. No, Ile be fworne, vnleffe you cal three fingers on * the ribs bare: but firra, make haft, Percy is already in the field. Fal. What, is the king incamp'd? Weft. He is, fir Iohn, I feare we shall stay too long. Exit. Fal. Well, to the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feaft, fits a dull fighter, and a keene guest. Exeunt. Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Dowglas, and Vernon. Hot. Weele fight with him to night. Wor. It may not be. Dow. You giue him then aduantage. Ver. Not a whit. Hot. Why fay you fo? lookes he not for supply? Ver. So doe wee. Hot. His is certaine, ours is doubtfull. Wor. Good coofen be aduifde, ftir not to night. Ver. Doe not, my lord. Dow. You do not counfell well: You fpeake it out of feare, and cold heart. in Ver. Doe me no flander, Dowglas, by my life, I hold as little counfell with weak feare, As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day liues: Let it be feene to morrow in the battell, which of vs feares. Dow. Yea or to night. Ver. Content. Hot. To night fay 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 backe our expedition: certaine horse Of my Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours The trumpet founds a parley. Enter fir Walter Blunt. Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, If you vouchfafe me hearing, and refpect. Hot. Welcome, fir Walter Blunt: and would to God Some of vs loue you well, and euen thofe fome Because you are not of our qualitie, But ftand against vs like an enemie. Blunt. Blunt. And God defend, but still I should stand fo. So long as cut of limit and true rule You ftand against anoynted maieftie: But to my charge. The king hath fent to know Haue any way your good defertes forgot, He bids you name your griefes, and with all speed. And pardon abfolute for your felfe, and these, Herein misled by your fuggestion. Hot. The king is kind: and well we know, the king, Knowes at what time to promife, when to pay: My father, my* vncle, and my felfe, Did giue him that fame royaltie he weares, With teares of innocency, and tearmes of zeale: Met him in boroughs, cities, villages, Attend him on bridges, ftoode in lanes, |