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A public road near Coventry.
[Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH]
FALSTAFF
Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry, fill me a bottle of sack, our
soldiers shall march through: we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.
BARDOLPH
Will you give me money, captain?
FALSTAFF
Lay out, lay out.
BARDOLPH
This bottle makes an angel.
FALSTAFF
And if it do, take it for thy labor: and if it make twenty, take them all,
I'll answer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.
BARDOLPH
I will captain: farewell.
[Exit]
FALSTAFF
If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused 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
house-holders, yeoman's sons: inquire me out contracted bachelors, such as
had been asked twice on the banns: such a commodity of warm slaves, as had
as lieve 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 pressed 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, 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 long peace, ten times more
dishonorable 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 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 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 innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all one, they'll
find linen enough on every hedge.
[Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND]
PRINCE HENRY
How now blown Jack? how now quilt?
FALSTAFF
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 honor had already been
at Shrewsbury.
WESTMORELAND
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 tonight.
FALSTAFF
Tut, never fear me, I am as vigilant as a cat, to steal cream.
PRINCE HENRY
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?
FALSTAFF
Mine, Hal, mine.
PRINCE HENRY
I did never see such pitiful rascals.
FALSTAFF
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.
WESTMORELAND
Aye, but Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly.
FALSTAFF
'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that; and for their
bareness, I am sure they never learned that of me.
PRINCE HENRY
No, I'll be sworn, unless you call three fingers on the ribs bare. But
sirrah, make haste, Percy is already in the field.
FALSTAFF
What, is the king encamped?
WESTMORELAND
He is, Sir John, I fear we shall stay too long.
FALSTAFF
Well, to the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, fits a dull
fighter, and a keen guest.
[Exeunt]