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My father and Glendower being both away,
The powers of us may serve so great a day.
Come, let us take a muster speedily:
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.

(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt.


The Road near Coventry.


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. Lay out, lay out.
Bard. This bottle makes an angel.

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.

(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, yeoman'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 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

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cients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies,
slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth; and
such as, indeed, were never soldiers ; but discarded,
unjust, servingmen, younger sons to younger brothers,
revelted tapsters, and ostlers trade-fallen; the cankers
of a calm world, and a long peace; and such have I
to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out
their services, tha you would think, 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 scarecrows. I'll not march through
Coventry with them, that's flat :-Nay, and the vil-
lains march wide betwist the legs, as if they had
gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of
prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my com-
pany; and the half-shirt is two napkins, tacked toge-
ther, and thrown over the shoulders, like a herald's
coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth,
stolen from my host of Saint Albans, or the red-nose
im-keeper, of Daventry. Bat that's all one ; they'l}
find linen enough on every hedge.
Enter Henry, PRINCE OF WALES, and the EARL

P. Hen. How now, blown Jack? how 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 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.
P. Hen. I did never see such pitiful rascals.

Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powe der, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as bet ter: 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.

Fål. 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.


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.
Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful.
Wor. Good cousin, be advis'd; 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 honour 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.

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 as you are,
That you foresee not what impediments
Drag back our expedition : certain horse

cousin Vernon's, are not yet come up:
Your uncle Worcester's horse caine 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 of himself.

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

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

[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 Sạch 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;

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