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Lady P. Go, ye giddy goose!

Come, quick, quick; that I may lay my head in By smiling pick-thanks and base newsmongers,
thy lap.
I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
Find pardon on my true submission.
K. Hen. God pardon thee!
Harry,

GLENDOWER Speaks some Welsh words, and then the
music plays.

.

Hot. Now I perceive, the devil understands Welsh
And 'tis no marvel, he's so humorous.
By'r-lady, he's a good musician.

;

Lady P. Then should you be nothing but musical: for you are altogether governed by humours. Lie still, thief, and hear the lady sing in Welsh!

ye

Hot. I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
Lady P. Would'st thou have thy head broken?
Hot. No.

Lady P. Then be still!

Hot. Neither; 'tis a woman's fault.

Lady P. Now God help thee!

Hot. To the Welsh lady's bed.

Lady P. What's that?

Hot. Peace! she sings.

A Welsh song sung by Lady M. Hot. Come, Kate, I'll have your song too. Lady P. Not mine, in good sooth.

Hot. Not yours, in good sooth! 'Heart, you swear, like a comfit-maker's wife! Not you, in good sooth; and, As true as I live; and, As God shall mend me; and, As sure as day:

And giv'st such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
As if thou never walk'dst further, than Finsbury.
Swear me, Kate, like a lady, as thou art,

A good mouth-filling oath, and leave in sooth,
And such protest of pepper-ginger-bread,
To velvet-guards, aud Sunday-citizens !
Come, sing!

Lady P. 1 will not sing.

Hot. 'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away within these two hours; and so come in, when you will!

[Exit. Glend. Come, come, lord Mortimer! you are as slow, As hot lord Percy is on fire to go.

By this our book's drawn; we'll but seal, and then
To horse immediately.

Mort. With all my heart.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. London. A room in the palace.
Enter King HENRY, Prince of WALES, and Lords.
K. Hen. Lords, give us leave! the Prince of Wales
and I

Must have some conference. But be near at hand,
For we shall presently have need of you.

yet let me wonder,

At thy affections, which do hold a wing
Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost,
Which by thy younger brother is supplied;
And art almost an alien to the hearts
Of all the court and princes of my blood.
The hope and expectation of thy time
Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
Prophetically does fore-think thy fall.
Had I so lavish of my presence been,
So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
So stale and cheap to vulgar company:
Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
Had still kept loyal to possession,
And left me in reputeless banishment,
A fellow of no mark, nor likelihood.
By being seldom seen, I could not stir,
But, like a comet, I was wonder'd at:
That men would tell their children, This is he:
Others would say,- Where? Which is Bolingbroke?
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And dress'd myself in such humility,

That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and salutattions from their mouths,
Even in the presence of the crowned king.
Thus did I keep my person fresh, and new,
My presence, like a robe pontifical,
Ne'er seen, but wonder'd at: and so my state,
Seldom, but sumptuous, showed like a feast,
And won, by rareness, such solemnity.
The skipping king, he ambled up and down
With shallow jesters, and rash bavin wits,
Soon kindled, and soon burn'd, carded his state,
Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
Had his great name profaned with their scorns;
And gave his countenance, against his name,
To laugh at gibing boys, and stand the push
Of every beardless vain comparative,
Grew a companion to the common streets,
Enfeoff'd himself to popularity,

That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
They surfeited with honey, and began
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
More than a little is by much too much.
So, when he had occasion to be seen,

[Exeunt Lords. He was but as the cuckoo is in June,

I know not, whether God will have it so,
For some displeasing service, I have done,
That in his secret doom, outof my blood
He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me-
But thou dost, in thy passages of life,
Make me believe, that thou art only mark'd
For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven,
To punish my mis-treadings. Tell me else,
Could such inordinate, and low desires,

Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
Such barren pleasures, rude society,
As thou art match'd withal, and grafted to,
Accompany the greatness of thy blood,
And hold their level with thy princely heart?
P. Hen. So please your majesty, I would, I could
Quit all offences with as clear excuse,
As well as, I am doubtless, I can purge
Myself of many, I am charg'd withal:
Yet such extenuation let me beg,
As, in reproof of many tales devis'd,
Which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,

Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes,
As, sick and blunted with community,
Afford no extraordinary gaze,
Such as is bent on sun-like majesty,
When it shines seldom in admiring eyes:

But rather drowz'd, and hung their eye-lids down,
Slept in his face, and render'd such aspect,
As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
Being with his presence glutted, gorg'd, and full.
And in that very line, Harry, stand'st thou;
For thou hast lost thy princely privilege,
With vile participation; not an eye
But is a-weary of thy common sight,

Save mine, which hath desir'd to see thee more;
Which now doth that I would not have it do,
Make bliud itself with foolish tenderness.

P. Hen. I shall hereafter, my thrice-gracious lord,
Be more myself.

K. Hen. For all the world,

As thou art to this hour, was Richard then,
When I from France set foot at Ravenspurg;

And even as I was then, is Percy now.

Now by my sceptre, and my soul to boot,
He hath more worthy interest to the state,
Than thou, the shadow of succession;
For, of no right, nor colour like to right,
He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,
Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
And, being no more in debt to years, than thou,
Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
To bloody battles, and to bruising arms.
What never-dying honour hath he got
Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,
Whose hot incursions, and great name in arms,
Holds from all soldiers chief majority,
And military title capital,

Through all the kingdoms, that acknowledge Christ?
Thrice hath this Hotspur Mars in swathing clothes,
This infant warrior in his enterprizes,
Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him,
To fill the mouth of deep defiance up,

And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
The archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,
Capitulate against us, and are up.

But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,
Base inclination, and the start of spleen,
To fight against me under Percy's pay,
To dog his heels, and court'sy at his frowns,
To show, how much degenerate thou art.

P. Hen. Do not think so, you shall not find it so;
And God forgive them, that have so much sway'd
Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
I will redeem all this on Percy's head,
And, in the closing of some glorious day,
Be bold to tell you, that I am your son;
When I will wear a garment all of blood,
And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it.
And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
That this same child of honour and renown,
This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet.
For every honour sitting on his helm,

'Would they were multitudes; and on my head
My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
That I shall make this northern youth exchange
His glorious deeds for my indignities.
Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
And I will call him to so strict account,
That he shall render every glory up,
Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
This, in the name of God, I promise here:
The which if he be pleas'd, I shall perform,
I do beseech your majesty, may salve
The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
If not, the end of life cancels all bands,
And I will die a hundred thousand deaths,
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

K. Hen. A hundred thousand rebels die in this.
Thou shalt have charge, and sovereign trust herein.
Enter BLUNT.

If promises be kept on every hand,
As ever offer'd foul play in a state.

by

K. Hen. The earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
With him my son, lord John of Lancaster;
For this advertisement is five days old. -
On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set
Forward; on Thursday, we ourselves will march.
Our meeting is Bridgnorth: and, Harry, you
Shall march through Glostershire; by which account,
Our business valued, some twelve days hence
Our general forces at Bridgnorth shall meet.
Our hands are full of business; let's away!
Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-Eastcheap. Aroom in the Boar's head

tavern.

Enter FALSTAFF and BARDolph.

Fal. Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me,like an old lady's loose gown; I am wither'd like an old apple-John. Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a church! Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.

Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.

Fal. Why, there is it: come, sing me a bawdy song, make me merry! I was as virtuously given, as a gentleman need to be, virtuous enough, swore little, diced, not above seven times a week, went to a bawdyhouse, not above once in a quarter of an hour, paid money that I borrowed, three or four times, lived well, and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass.

How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
Blunt. So hath the business, that I come to speak of.
Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word,
That Douglas, and the English rebels, me',
The eleventh of this month, at Shrewsbury.

A mighty and a fearful head they are,

Bard. Why, you are so fat, sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass, out of all reasonable compass, sir John.

life.

Fal. Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my Thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the knight of the burning lamp.

Bard. Why, sir John, my face does you no harm.

Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it, as many a man doth of a death's-head, or a memento mori. I never see thy face, but I think on hell-fire, and Dives, that lived in purple; for there he is in his robes, burning,burning. If thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath should be, By this fire: but thou art altogether given over, and wert indeed, but for the light in thy face, the son of utter darkness. When thou ran'st up Gadshill in the night, to catch my horse, if I did not think thou hadst been an ignis fatuus, or a ball of wild-fire, there's no parchase in money. O, thou art a perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light! Thou hast saved me a thou sand marks in links and torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt tavern and tavern: but the sack, that thou hast drunk me, would have bought me lights as good cheap, at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have maintained that salamander of yours with fire, any time this two and thirty years; Heaven reward me

for it!

Bard. 'Sblood, I would, my face were in your belly. Fal. God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart

burned.

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by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair was never lost in my house before. Fal. You lie, hostess; Bardolph was shaved, and lost many a hair: and I'll be sworn, my pocket was picked. Go to, you are a woman, go!

Host. Who I? I defy thee: I was never called so in mine own house before.

Fal. Go to, I know you well enough.

Host. No, sir John; you do not know me, sir John: I know you, sir John: you owe me money, sir John, and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back.

Fal. Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them. Host. Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, sir John, for your diet, and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four and twenty pound.

Fal. He had his part of it; let him pay! Host. He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. Fal. How! poor? look upon his face! What call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks! I'll not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn, but I shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a sealring of my grandfather's, worth forty mark. Host. O Jesu! I have heard the prince tell him, I know not, how oft, that that ring was copper. Fal. How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup; and if he were here, I would cudgel him, like a dog, if he would say so.

Enter Prince HENRY and POINS, marching. FALSTAFF meets the Prince,playing on his truncheon,like a fife. Fal. How now, lad? is the wind in that door, i'faith? must we all march?

Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate-fashion?
Host. My lord, I pray you, hear me!

P. Hen. What sayest thou, mistress Quickly? How does thy husband? I love him well; he is an honest

man.

Host. Good my lord, hear me !

Fal. Pr'ythee, let her alone, and list to me! P. Hen. What sayst thou, Jack? Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the and had my pocket picked: this house is turned bawdy-house, they pick pockets. P. Hen. What didst thou lose, Jack?

arras,

Fal. Why? she's neither fish, nor flesh; a man knows not, where to have her.

Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou, or any man knows, where to have me, thou knave thou! P. Hen. Thou sayest true, hostess, and he slanders thee most grossly.

Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day, you ought him a thousand pound. P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? Fal. A thousand pound, Hal! a million: thy love is worth a million; thou owest me thy love. Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said, he would cudgel you. Fal. Did I, Bardolph ?

Bard. Indeed, sir John, you said so. Fal. Yea; if he said, my ring was copper. P. Hen. Isay, 'tis copper: darest thou be as good, as thy word now?

Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare; but, as thou art prince, I fear thee, as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp. P. Hen. And why not, as the lion? Fal. The king himself is to be feared, as the lion. Dost thou think, I'll fear thee, as I fear thy father? nay, an I do, I pray God, my girdle break! P.Hen. O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy knees! But,sirrah,there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bosom of thine; it is filled up with guts, and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket! Why, thou whores on, impudent, embossed rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket, but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdyhouses, and one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy, to make thee long winded; if thy pocket were enriched with any other injuries but these, I am a villain. And yet you will stand to it; you will not pocket up wrong. Art thou not ashamed?"

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest, in the state of innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villainy? Thou seest, I have more flesh,than another man, and therefore more frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket? P. Hen. It appears so by the story.

Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee! Go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guests! thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason: thou seest, I am pacified.-Still?-Nay, Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds pr'ythee, be gone! [Exit Hostess.] Now, Hal, to the of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my grand-news at court! for the robbery, lad,—how is that father's.

P. Hen. A trifle, some eight-penny matter! Host. So I told him, my lord; and 1 said, I heard your grace say so. And, my lord, he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man, as he is, and said, he would cudgel you.

P. Hen. What! he did not?

Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.

Fal. There's no more faith in thee, than in a stewed prune, nor no more truth in thee, than in a drawn fox; and for womanhood, maid Marian may be the deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, go! Host. Say, what thing? what thing?

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P. Hen. O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee. The money is paid back again. Fal. O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.

P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing.

Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and do it with unwashed hands too! Bard. Do, my lord!

P. Hen. I have procured thec, Jack, a charge of foot. Fal. I would, it had been of horse. Where shall I find one, that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts! I am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they offend none, but the virtuous; I laud

Fal. What thing? why, a thing to thank God on.
Host. I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou
should'st know it; I am an honest man's wife: and, set-them, I praise them.
ting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call P. Hen. Bardolph-
Bard. My lord?

me so.

Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast, to say otherwise.

Host. Say, what beast, thou knave thou?
Fal. What beast? why, an otter.

P. Hen. An otter, sir John? why an otter?

P.Hen. Go bear this letter to lord John of Lancaster!
My brother John; this to my lord of Westmoreland.-
Go, Poins, to horse, to horse! for thou, and I
Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.-
Jack,

Meet me to-morrow in the Temple-hall At two o'clock i'the afternoon!

There shalt thou know thy charge, and there receive
Money, and order for their furniture.
The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
And either they, or we, must lower lie.

A comfort of retirement lives in this. Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto, If that the devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs. Wor. But yet I would, your father had been here. The quality and hair of our attempt Brooks no division. It will be thought By some, that know not, why he is away, That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike [Exit. Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence; And think, how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful faction,

[Exeunt Prince, Poins, and Bardolph. Fal. Rare words! brave world!-Hostess, my breakfast; come:

O, I could wish, this tavern were my drum.

АСТ IV.

SCENE I.-The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS.
Hot. Well said, my noble Scot! If speaking truth,
In this fine age, were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Douglas have,
As not a soldier of this season's stamp
Should go so general current through the world.
By heaven, I cannot flatter, I defy

The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love hath no man, than yourself;
Nay, task me to the word; approve me, lord!
Doug. Thou art the king of honour:
No man so potent breathes upon the ground,
But I will beard him.

Hot Do so, and 'tis well:

Enter a Messenger, with letters. What letters hast thou there?—I can but thank you. Mess. These letters come from your father, Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not himself? Mess. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous sick. Hot. 'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick, In such a justling time? Who leads his power? Under whose government come they along?

Mess. His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord. Wor. I pr'ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed? Mess. He did, my lord, four days, ere I set forth, And at the time of my departure thence, He was much fear'd by his physicians.

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Wor.I would, the state of time had first been whole, Ere he by sickness had been visited; His health was never better worth, than now. Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprize : 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.He writes me here, that inward sickness And that his friends by deputation could not So soon be drawn; nor did he think it meet, To lay so dangerous and dear a trust On any soul remov'd, but on his own. Yet doth he give us bold advertisement, That with our small conjunction, we should on, To see, how fortune is dispos'd to us: For, as he writes, there is no quailing now, Because the king is certainly possess'd Of all our purposes. What say you to it? Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us. Hot. A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off! And yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want Seems more, than we shall find it. To set the exact wealth of all our states All at one cast? to set so rich a main On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? It were not good; for therein should we read The very bottom and the soul of hope, The very list, the very utmost bound Of all our fortunes.

Were it good,

Dough. Faith, and so we should; Where now remains a sweet reversion:

We may boldly spend upon the hope of what Is to come in;

And breed a kind of question in our cause,
For, well you know, we of the offering side
Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence
The eye of reason may pry in upon us.
This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
Before not dreamt of.

Hot. You strain too far.

1, rather, of his absence make this use:
It lends a lustre, and more great opinion,
A larger dare to our great enterprize,
Tha if the earl were here; for men must think,
Iwe, without his help, can make a head
To push against the kingdom; with his help,
We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.—
Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
Doug. As heart can think: there is not such a word
Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.

Enter Sir RICHARD VERNON.

Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul! Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord! The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Is marching hitherwards; with him, prince John. Hot. No harm! What more?

Ver. And further, I have learn'd,
The king himself in person is set forth,
Or hitherwards intended speedily,
With strong and mighty preparation.

Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,
The nimble-footed mad-cap prince of Wales,
And his comrades, that dall'd the world aside
And bid it pass?

Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms,

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bulls.

All plum'd, like estridges, that wing the wind;
Bated, 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 midsummer;
Wanton, as youthful goats, wild, as young
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,-
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Hot. No more, no more; worse 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 shall on his altar sit,
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,
To hear, this rich reprisal is so nigh,
And yet not ours. — Come, let me take my horse,
Who is to bear me, like a thunderbolt,
Against the bosom of the prince of Wales.
Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,

Meet, and ne'er part, till one drop down a corse.
O, that Glendower were come!

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Ver. 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.
[Exeunt.

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. 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!

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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.
Fal. Well,

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.
Wor. It may not be.

Doug. You give him then advantage.
Ver. Not a whit.

Hot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
Ver. So do we.

[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, yeomens' sons: inquire me out contracted bachelors,such as had been asked twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lief hear the devil, as drum; such as fear the Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful. report of a caliver worse, than a struck fowl, or a hurt Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd! stir not to-night! wild-duck. I pressed me none but such toasts and but- Ver. Do not, my lord! ter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger, than pins' Doug. You do not counsel well; heads, and they have bought out their services; and You speak it out of fear, and cold heart. now my whole charge consists, of ancients, corporals, Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas! by my life, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged, (And I dare well maintain it with my life,) as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's If well-respected honour bid me on, dogs licked his sores: and such as, indeed, were never i hold as little counsel with weak fear, soldiers; but discarded unjust servingmen, younger As you, my lord, or any Scot, that lives. sons to younger brothers,revolted tapsters, and ostlers Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle, trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm word, and a long Which of us fears! peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged, than an old-faced ancient! and such have I, to fill up 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 gyves on; for indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There is 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 innkeeper of Daintry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.

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Doug. Yea, or to-night.
Ver. Content.
Hot. To-night, say I.

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 labour tame and dull,
That not a horse is half the half 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.
Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT.
Blunt. I 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 even those some
Envy your great deserving, and good name,
Because you are not of our quality,

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