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And breed a kind of question in our cause :
For, well you know, " we of the offering fide
Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement;
And stop all fight-holes, every loop, from whence
The eye of reason may pry in upon us :
This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
That shews the ignorant a kind of fear
Before not dreamt of.

Hot. You strain too far.
1, rather, of his absence make this use ;-
It lends a lustre, and more great opinion,
A larger dare to our great enterprize,
Than if the earl were here : for men must think,
If we, without his help, can make a head
To push against the kingdom ; with his help,
We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.-
Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.

Doug, As heart can think : there is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.

Enter Sir Richard Vernon.

Hot. My cousin Vernon! welcome, by my soul.

Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord. The earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Is marching hitherwards; with him, prince John.

Hot. No harm: What more?

Ver. And further, I have learn'd,
The king himself in person is set forth,
Or hitherwards intended speedily,
With strong and mighty preparation.

Hot. He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,

* We of the offering fide, &c.]-that we, who are candidates for the public favour, must keep clear of all objections, of what would offend upon inspection-we that are the assailants, the invaders. draws a curtain, jopens a prospect.

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The nimble-footed mad.cap prince of Wales,
And his comrades, that " daff'd the world aside,
And bid it pass ?

Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms,
* All plum'd like estridges, that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bath'd :
Glittering in golden coats, Plike images;
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. .
I saw young Harry,—with his ? beaver on,
His 'cuiffes on his thighs, gallantly arm’d,-
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
And vaulted with such case into his seat,
As if an angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

Hot. No more, no more ; worse than the sun in March,
This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come;
They come like facrifices in their trim,
And to the ' fire-ey'd maid of smoky war,
All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them :
The mailed Mars shall on his altar fit,
Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire,
To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh,
And yet not ours :--Come, let me take my horse,

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“ Canst thou so daffe me?"

Much ADO ABOUT NOTHING, Vol. I. p. 510. Lion. All plum'd like estridges, &c.)—All wearing the offrich-feather, the badge, or cognizance of the Prince of Wales, which fiutter'd in the wind, like an eagle after bathing. like images;]-in the Romilh churches.

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Who is to bear me, like a thunder-bolt,
Against the bofom of the prince of Wales :

Harry to Harry shall, hot horfe to horsemang
Meet, and ne'er part, 'till one drop down a corse.
O, that Glendower were come !

Ver. There is more news :
I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
Doug. That's the worft tidings that I hear of

yet.
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty found.
Hot. What may the king's whole ' battle reach unto ?
Ver. To thirty thoufand.

Hot. Forty let it be ;
My father and Glendower being both away, -
The power of us may serve so great a day:
Come, let us take a mufter speedily:
Dooms-day is near ; die all, die merrily.

Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear.
Of death, or death's hand, for this one half year.

[ Exeunti

S CE NE II.

A publick Road near Coventry.

Enter Falstaff, and Bardolph.
Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me
bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through; we'll te
Sutton-Colfield to-night.

Bard. Will you give me money, captain ?
Fal. Lay out, lay out.
Bard. This bottle makes an angel.

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Fal. An it do, take it for thy labour ; an if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Pero meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain : farewell.

[Exit. Fal. If I be not asham'd of my foldiers, I am a fouc'd gurnet. I have mis-us’d 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 housholders, yeomen's fons : enquire me out contracted batchelors, 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 prest 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, Naves as-ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his fores : and fuch as, indeed, were never foldiers; but discarded unjust servingmen, younger fons of younger brothers, revolted tapsters, , and oftlers trade-fallen; the cankers of a calm world, and a long peace; ten times more dishonourably ragged, than an old fac'd ancient : and such have I, to fill

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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 atid husks. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told

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me, I had unloaded all the gibbers, and press’d 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, stolen from my host of saint Albans, 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. Henry. 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.

Weft. 'Faith, fir 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 vigilant, as a cat to steal cream.

P. Henry. I think, to steal cream indeed; for thy theft hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack; Whole fellows are these that come after ?

Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
P. Henry. I did never see such pitiful rascals.

Fal. Tut, tut; good enough oro ross; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better: rush, man, mortal men, mortal men.

Weft. Ay, but, fir John; mechinks, they are exceeding poor and bare; too beggarly. o gyves]-fetters.

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