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I saw young Harry,—with his beaver on,
There is more news : I learn’d in Worcester, as I rode along, He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
Doug. That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet. Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound. Hot. What may the king's whole battle reach
unto ? Ver. To thirty thousand. Hot.
Forty let it be; My father and Glendower being both away, The powers of us may serve so great a day. Come, let us make a muster speedily: Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
Doug. Talk not of dying ; I am out of fear Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year.
of Bewitch, charm.
A publick road near Coventry.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a bottle of sack; our soldiers shall march through ; we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night.
Bard. Will you give me money, captain ?
Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain : farewell.
(Exit. Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a souced gurnet*. I have misused the king's press damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good householders, yeomen's sons : inquire me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked twice on the bans; such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil as a drum ; such as fear the report of a caliver t, worse than a struck fowl, or a hurt wild-duck, I pressed me none but such toasts 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 ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his sores: and such as, indeed, were never soldiers; but discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and ostlers trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more dishonourable ragged than an old faced ancient* : and such have I, to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services, that you would think, that I had a hundred and fifty tattered prodigals, lately come from swinekeeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye
+ A gun.
* A fish.
hath seen such scare-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 gyvest on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half shirt is two napkins, tacked together, and thrown over the shoulders, like a herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or the red nose inn-keeper of Daintry 1. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
Enter Prince Henry and Westmoreland.
Fal. What, Hal? How now, mad wag? what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire ?-My good lord of Westmoreland, I cry your mercy; I thought your honour had already been at Shrewsbury.
West. '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 night.
Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
P. Hen. I think, to steal cream indeed; for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me,
Whose fellows are these that come after ?
Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better : tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
West. 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 learned that of me.
P. Hen. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs, bare. But, sirrah, make haste; Percy is already in the field.
Fal. What, is the king encamped ?
West. He is, sir John ; I fear, we shall stay too long
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Vernon.
Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
It may not be.
Not a whit.
His is certain, ours is doubtful.
You do not counsel well;
Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas : by my life (And I dare well maintain it with my life,)