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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, yeomen's sons: inquire me out contracted bachelors, such as had been ask'd 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'd me none but such toasts and butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pin's 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 dishonourably ragged than an old-faced ancient :+ and such have I, to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services, that you would think, that I had a hundred and fifty tatter'd prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. 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's 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 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 honour 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; we must away all night.
Fal. Tut, never fear me; I am as vigilant as a cat to steal
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.
* A gun.
+ New-patched standard.
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.
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.
To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast,
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.
Hot. Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
Hot. His is certain, ours is doubtful.
Wor. Good cousin, be advised; stir not to-night.
Doug. You do not counsel well;
You speak it out of fear, and cold heart.
Ver. Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life
I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
Doug. Yea, or to-night.
Hot. To-night, say I.
Ver. Come, come, it may not be.
I wonder much, being men of such great leading,t
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
* I. e. on a pike.
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy
Wor. The number of the king exceedeth ours:
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,
Some of us love you well: and even those some
But stand against us like an enemy.
Blunt. And God defend, but still I should stand so,
Have any way your good deserts forgot,-
He bids you name your griefs, and, with all speed,
And pardon absolute yourself, and these,
Hot. The king is kind; and, well we know, the king
The delivery of his land.
Gave him their heirs; as pages follow'd him,
In short time after he deposed the king;
Blunt. Shall I return this answer to the king?
Blunt. I would, you would accept of grace and love.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-York. A Room in the Archbishop's House. Enter the ARCHBISHOP of YORK, and a GENTLEMAN.
Arch. Hie, good Sir Michael, bear this sealed brief,‡
† I.e. this army.
To whom they are directed: if you knew
Arch. Like enough you do.
The king, with mighty and quick-raised power,
And what with Owen Glendower's absence, thence
I fear, the power of Percy is too weak
To wage an instant trial with the king.
Gent. Why, good my lord, you need not fear; there's Douglas, And Mortimer.
Arch. No, Mortimer 's not there.
Gent. But there is Mordake, Vernon, lord Harry Percy,
And there's my lord of Worcester; and a head
Arch. And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
Gent. Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.
Whose contingent was the largest. † A strength on which they reckoned.