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SCENE II. A Public 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. Lay out, lay out.
Bard. This bottle makes an angel.

Fal. And if it do, take it for thy labor; 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 soused 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, 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 dishonorable ragged than an old faced ancient :3 and such have I, to fill up

1 The gurnet, or gurnard, was a fish of the piper kind.

2 “ Londoners, and all within the sound of Bow be!), are in reproach called cockneys, and eaters of buttered toasts.Moryson's Itin. 1617.

3 “ An old faced ancient is an old patched standard.

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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 swine-keeping, 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 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 gives 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 halfshirt 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 Albans, or the red-nose inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.

Enter PRINCE HENRY and WESTMORELAND. P. Hen. 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 Westmoreland, I cry you mercy; I thought your honor 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;

I 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, Jack; whose fellows are these that come after ?

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals.

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.

1 Daventry.

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.

Fál. What, is the king encamped ?
West. He is, sir John; I fear we shall stay too long.

Fal. Well,
To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a

feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. [Exeunt.


SCENE III. The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.

Enter HotSPUR, WORCESTER, Douglas, and VERNON.

Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.

It may not be.
Doug. You give him then advantage.

Not a whit. Hot. Why say you so ? Looks he not for supply? Ver. So do we. Hot.

His is certain ; ours is doubtful. Wor. Good cousin, be advised; stir not to-night. Ver. Do not, my lord. Doug.

You do not counsel well; You speak it out of fear, and cold heart.

Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,
(And I dare well maintain it with my life,)
If well-respected honor bid me on,
I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives.?
Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle,
Which of us fears.


| The old copies read, “ that this day lives ; ” but the words, as Mason observes, weaken the sense and destroy the measure.


Yea, or to-night. Ver.

Content. Hot. To-night, say

1. Ver.

Come, come, it may not be.
I wonder much, being men of such great leading,
That you foresee not what impediments
Drag back our expedition. Certain horse
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up;
Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to-day;
And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
Their courage with hard labor tame and dull,
That not a horse is half the half of himself.

Hot. So are the horses of the enemy
In general, journey-bated, and brought low;
The better part of ours is full of rest.

Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours.
For God's sake, cousin, stay till all come in.

[The trumpet sounds a parley.

Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king,
If you vouchsafe me hearing, and respect.
Hot. Welcome, sir Walter Blunt; and 'would to

You were of our determination !
Some of us love


well; and even those some
Envy your great deserving, and good name;
Because you are not of our quality,
But stand against us like an enemy,

Blunt. And God defend, but still I should stand so,
So long as, out of limit, and true rule,
You stand against anointed majesty!
But to my charge.—The king hath sent to know
The nature of your griefs; and whereupon
You conjure from the breast of civil peace
Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land

1 Leading is experience in the conduct of armies. The old copies have, “ such leading as you are ; " but the superfluous words serve only to destroy the metre.

Audacious cruelty. If that the king
Have any way your good deserts forgot,-
Which he confesseth to be manifold,
He bids you name your griefs; and, with all speed,
You shall have your desires, with interest ;
And pardon absolute for yourself, and these,
Herein misled by your suggestion.
Hot. The king is kind ; and, well we know, the

Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
My father, and my uncle, and myself,
Did give him that same royalty he wears ;
And, when he was not six-and-twenty strong,
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
A poor, unminded outlaw sneaking home,
My father gave him welcome to the shore;
And, when he heard him swear, and vow to God,
He came but to be duke of Lancaster,
To sue his livery,' and beg his peace;
With tears of innocency, and terms of zeal,-
My father, in kind heart and pity moved,
Swore him assistance, and performed it too.
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm
Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,
The more and less ? came in with cap and knee;
Met him in boroughs, cities, villages;
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
Laid gifts before him, proffered him their oaths,
Gave him their heirs as pages; followed him,
Even at the heels, in golden multitudes.
He presently—as greatness knows itself-
Steps me a little higher than his vow
Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg ;.
And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
Some certain edicts, and some strait decrees,
That lie too heavy on the commonwealth ;

1 That is, to sue out the delivery or possession of his lands. This law term has been already explained.

2 The greater and the less.

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