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The very bottom, and the soul of hope,
Dow. 'Faith, and so we should ;
Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
Wor. But yet I would your father had been here :
Hot. You strain too far.
Dow. As heart can think ; there is not luch a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.
SCENE 11. Enter Sir Richard Vernon. Hor. My cousin Verron, welcome, by my soul.
Vr. Pray God my news be worth a welcome, Lord.
Hot. No harm; what more !
Ver. And further, I have learn'd,
Hot. He shall be welcome too : where is his son ?
Ver. All furnisht, all in arms,
young Harry, with his beaver up,
Hot. No more, no more ; worse than the sun in March,
Oh, that Glendower were come !
Ver. There is more news :
Dow. That's the worst tidings that I hear of, yet.
Hor. Forty let it be,
Dow. Talk not of dying, I am out of fear
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Bard. Will you give me mony, captain ?
Hal. An if it do, take it for thy labour ; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coynage. Bid my licutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain ; farewel.
(Exit. *Fal. If I be nct alham’d of my soldiers, I am a luwc'd gurnet : I have mis-usid the King's press damnably. I have got, in exchange of an hundred and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me none but good houlholders, yeomens fons; enquire me out contracted batchelors, such as had been ask'd twice on the banes : such a commodity of warm laves, as had as lieve hear the devil, as a drum ; such as fear the report of a culverin, worse than a struck Deer, or a hurt wild-fowl. 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 Ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies,
Klares as ragged as Lasır':s in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his fores; and such as indeed were nevar foldiers, but discarded unjust servingmen, younger fons to younger brothers : revolted tapsters, and oftlers tradefall'n, the cankers of a calm world and long peace ; ten times more dishonourably ragged, thanan old-fac’d Ancient; and such have I to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services ; that you would think I had a hendred and fifty tatter'd 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 prest 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's but a shirt and a half in all my company ; and the half shirt is two napkins tack'd together, and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without neeves ; and the shirt, to say the truth, Atol'n from my host of St. Albans ; or the red-nos'd Inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one, they'll find linnen enough on every hedge.
Enter Prince Henry, and Westmorland.
Fel. Whar, Hal ? How now, mad wag, what a devil do't thou in Warwickshire ? My good Lord of Westmorland, I cry you mercy, I thought your honour had already been at Sbrewsbury:
Weft: ?Faith, Sir Jobn, 'tis more than cime 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 to-night.
Fal. Tut, never fear me, I am as vigilant, as a Cat to Iteal cream.
P. Henry. I think to steal cream indeed, for thy theft bath already made thee butter ; but tell me, Jack, whose fellows are these that come after ?
Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
food for powder ; they'll fill-a pit, as well as better ; tush, man, morial men, mortal men.
Weft. Ay, but, Sir Fobn, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly.
Fal. 'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that ; and for their barenessi, I am sure they never learn'd that of me.
P. Henry. No, I'll be sworn, unless you call three fingers. on the ribs, bare. But, Sirrah, make hafte. Percy is ale ready in the field.
Fal. What, is the King encamp'd ?
SCENE IV. At Shrewsbury.
Dow. You do not counsel well;
Ver. Do me no Nander, Dowglas: by my life,
Dow. Yea, or to-night.
it may not be : I wonder much, Being men of luch great leading as you are,