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He writes me here, that inward fickness
soul remov'd, but on his own.
Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
Hot. A perillous gash, a very limb lopt off : And yet, in faith, 'tis not; his present want Seems more than we shall find it.
Were it good,
Dowg. Faith, and so we fhould;
Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
Wor. But yet I would your father had been here: The quality and hair of our attempt Brooks no divison : it will be thought By some, that know not why he is away, That wisdom, loyalty, and mere dislike Of our proceedings, kept the Earl from hence. And think, how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful faction,
And breed a kind of question in our cause:
upon us :
Hot. You ftrain too far.
Dowg. As heart can think; there is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.
S CE N E II.
Enter Sir Richard Vernon.
Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a wel
The Earl of Westmorland, sev’n thousand strong,
Hot. No harm; what more ?
Ver. And further, I have learn'd,
Hot. He shall be welcome too: where is his fon ?
All plum d like Eftridges, that with the wind
Ver. There is more news :
Dowg. That's the worst tidings that I hear of, yet.
Hot. Forty let it be ;
Come, let us take a mufter speedily:
Dowg. Talk not of dying, I ain out of fear
Changes to a Public Road, near Coventry.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. Fal. BAR DOLPH, get thee before to Coventry,
fill me a bottle of fack : our foldiers shall march through: we'll to Sutton-cop-hill to-night.
Bard. Will you give me money, captain ?
Fal. And if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coin
lieutenant Pete meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain; farewel.is
[Exit. Fal. If I be not asham'd of my soldiers, I am a sowc'd gurnet: I have mis-us’d 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 housholders, yeomens' fons; enquire me out contracted bachelors, such as had been ask'd twice on the banes: such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lieve hear the devil, as a drum; such as fear the report of a culverin, worse than a ftruck deer, 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 ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, flaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the Glution's dogs licked his sores : and such Vol. V.
as indeed were never foldiers, but discarded unjust Servingmen, younger sons to younger brothers ; revolted tapiters, and oftlers trade-fall'n, the cankers of a calm world and a long peace; ten times more difhonourably ragged, than an old-feast 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 hundred and fifty tatter'd Prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow mei me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and preft the dead bodies. No
hath seen such skare-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 fleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth foll'n from my Hoft of St. Albans; or the red nos'd Inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one, they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
Enter Prince Henry, and Westmorland.
Fal. Wbat, Hal? How now, mad wag, what a devil dost thou in Warwickshire? My good lord of Weftrrorland, I cry you mercy; I thought, your Honour had already been at Shrewsbury.
Wef. '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 to-night.
Fal. Tut, never fear me, I am as vigiladt, as a Cat to steal cream.
P. Henry. I think, to fteal cream, indeed; for thy * gyves on;] i. 6. Shakles.