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My father and Glendower being both away,
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt.
The Road near Coventry.
Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.
Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a bottle of sack : oursoldiers shall march through ; we'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night.
Bard. Wilt you give me money, Captain ?
Fal. An 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.
Erit. Fal, If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a souced gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnabły. I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good householders, yeoman's sons : in quire 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 press 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 an
cients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies,
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 honour had already been at Shrewsbury.
IVest. '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, Jack; Whose fellows are these that come after ?
Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
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
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. [Exeunt the Prince and WESTMORELAND.
Fal. Well, To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a
feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
Another Part of HOTSPUR's Camp.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter Hotspur, Earl of Worcester, EARL OF
Douglas, Sir RICHARD VERNON, GENTLEMEN,
Doug. You give him, then, advantage.
Doug. You do not counsel well;
Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas : by my life,
Doug. Yea, or to-night.
Ver. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much,
my cousin Vernon's, are not yet come up:
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy
Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:
[Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter Sir WALTER BLUNT and Two GENTLEMEN.
Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the king, If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
Hot. Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; And ’would to
Heaven, You were of our determination ! Some of us love you well: and even those some Envy your great deservings, and good name; Because you are not of our quality, But stand against us, like an enemy. Blunt. And Heaven 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 Audacious cruelty: If that ihe king Have any way your good deserts forgot,Which he confesses 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
king 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 Heaven, He came but to be Duke of Lancaster, My father, in kind heart and pity mov'd, Swore him assistance, and perform'd it too, Now, when the lords and barons of the realm, Perceiv'd Northumberland did lean to him, The more and less came in with cap and knee;