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And breed a kind of question in our cause :
Hot. You strain too far.
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,
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.
m shis dream of fear.
The nimble-footed mad.cap prince of Wales,
Ver. All furnish'd, all in arms,
Hot. No more, no more ; worse than the sun in March,
n daft'd the world aside,]---put it by with scorn.
“ 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.
a beaver up. * His cuisses]-armour for the thighs. switcb)-bewitch, charm.. ' fire-ey'd maid]-Pallas.
u mailed ]-armed. reprijal]-prize.
Who is to bear me, like a thunder-bolt,
Harry to Harry shall, hot horfe to horsemang
Ver. There is more news :
Hot. Forty let it be ;
Doug. Talk not of dying; I am out of fear.
S CE NE II.
A publick Road near Coventry.
Enter Falstaff, and Bardolph.
Bard. Will you give me money, captain ?
* Harry to Harry fball,]-be opposed.
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
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
z gurnet. ]-a fish found in Devonshire.
Much ADO ABOUT Nothing, Vol. I. p. 458. Bene.
an old fac’d ancient :]-a standard mended with materials of a different colour, “ To face the garment of rebellion
“ With some fine colour.”
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.
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.
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.
e to tofs; ]-with a pike. Nn 2