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

Hot. He shall be welcome too: where is his son
The nimble-footed mad-cap Prince of Wales,
And his comrades, that daft the world a lide
And bid it pass?

Ver. All furnisht, all in arms,
All plum'd like Estridges, that with the wind
Baited like Eagles, having lately bath'd: 3
Glittering in golden coats like images,
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the Sun at Midsummer; īre
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm’d,
Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury;
And vaulted with such ease into his feat,
As if an Angel dropt down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,

And witch the world with noble horfomanship.
Hot. No more, no more; worse than the Sun in

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This praise doth nourish agues ; lep them come.
They come like Sacrifices in their trim, plina%s Cou
And to the firc:ey'd maid of smoaky warga :3511
All hot, and bleeding, will we offer them. u 9
The mailed Mars shall on his altar siti od
Up to the carşrin blood. I am on fire, 1907uy bowo
To hear this vich reprifal is so nigh, g ved i
And yet not ours. b.Come, let me take my horse, vita
Who is to bearime, like a thunder-bolt, juda 903
Against the bosom of the Prince of Walespo 9in 91101
Harry to Harry fhall (not horse to horleyic. an : bels
Meet, and ne'er part, till One drop down a coarfe.
Oh, that Glendower were come!

Ver. There is more news:
I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
He cannot draw his Pow'r thiş fourteen days,




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Dow. That's the worst tidings that I hear of, yet.
Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
Hot. What may the King's whole Battle reach unto ?
Ver. To thirty thousand.

Hot. Forty let it be;
My father and Glendower being both away,
The Pow'r of us may serve so great a day...
Come, let us take a muster speedily:
Dooms-day is near ; die all, die merrily. It i1

Dow! Talk not of dying, I am out of fear
Of death, or death's hand, for this one halfayear.

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tinal SCENE changes to a publick Road, near

Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Ardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me

a bottle of sack: our roldiers" thall march through: we'll to Sutton-cop-bill to night. bus

Bard. Will you give me mony, captain? 10
Fal. Lay out, lay out.

Dead On
Bard. This bottel makes an angel. PROTAN N1

Fal. And if it do, take it for chy labour; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coynage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end.

Bard. I will, captain; farewel. Nad bis *[Exit.

Fal. If I be not asham’d of my foldiers, 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 batchelors, such as had been ask'd twice on the banes: such a commodity of warm slaves, cas had as lieve hear the devil, as a drum ; such as fear the report of a culverin, worse than a ftruckfowl, 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



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services, and now my whole Charge confits of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the Glutton's dogs licked his fores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but dis-carded unjust servingmen, younger sons to younger brothers ; "revolted tapsters, and oftlers trade-fall’n, the cankers of a calm world and a long peaces (19) ten. times more dishonourably ragged, than an old-fac'd; ancient; and such have I to fill up the rooms of them that have bought out their services ; that you would thinks I had a hundred and fifty tatter'd Prodigals, lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. f Amad fellow met me on the way, and told me, I had unloaded all the gibbets, and prest the dead bodies, No eye 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 togethergoiand

Olin (19) ten times more disponourabl; ragged than an old-fac'è Ancient.) Shakespeare uses this Word fo promiscuously, to signify an Enfign or Standard-bearer, and also the Colours or Standard borne, that I cannot be at a Certainty for his Allation here. If the Textbe genuine, I think, the Meaning muit be; as difhonourably ragged as one that bas been an Ensign all his days; that has let Age creep upon him, and never had Merit enough to gain Preferment, Mr. Warburton, who understands it in the Second Conitruction, has fufpected the Text, and given the following ingenious Emendation. How is an old fac d'Ancient, or

Enfign, dishonourably ragged? On the contrary, Nothing is esteem'd “ more honourable than a ragged Pair of Colours. A very little Alteraw tion will restore it to its Original Sense, which

Pcontains a Touch of the $ ftrongest and most fine-turn i Satire in chek

World 1 st Ten times more disponourably regged, than dr old Feaft Ancient; "i. e. the Colours used by the City Companies in their Feafts and Pros ceffions. For each Company had one with its peculiar Device, which

was usually display'd and borne about on fuch Occafions. Now No" thing could be more wiccy of fátirical chan this Comparison For as

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Falstaff's Raggamuffins were reduc'd to their fatter'd Condition thro' * their riotous Excesses; lo this old Feast Ancient became torn and Thai* ter'd, not in any manly Exercise of Arms, but amidf the Revels of f* drunken Bacchanats.


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thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves, and the shirt, to say the truth, stoll'n from my Host of St. Albans; or the red-nos'd Inn-keeper of Daintry. But that's all one, they'll find linnen enough on every hedge.

Enter Prince Henry, and Westmorland. i 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 Weftmorland, I cry you mercy; I thought, your Honour had already been åt Shrewsbury.

Welt. "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 vigilant, as a Cat to steal cream., 12,

P. 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?!

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

Fal. Tut, tur, good enough to toss: „food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pít, as well as better; tush, man, mortal men, morral men.

Wej, Ay, but Sir John, methinks, they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly. i'm bios

.. Fal. Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that; and for their bareness, I'am sure, they never learn'd that of me. 4 of met sy

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P. Henry. No, Pll be sworn, unless you call three
fingers on the ribs, bare. But, Sirrah, make haste.
ercy is already in the field.
Fál. What, is the King encamp'd?
Weft. He is, Sir Joba: I fear, we shall stay too long.

Fal. Well,
The latter end of a fray, and beginning of a feaft,
Fits a dull Fighter, and a keen Guest. [Exeunt.

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SCENE changes to Shrewsbury. Enter Hot-spur, Worcester, Dowglas, and Vernon. Hot. We'll fight with him to night.

Dow. You give him then advantage.

Ver. Not a whit.
· Hot. Why say you so ? looks he not for supply?

Ver. So do we.
Hot. He is certain, ours is doubtful.

Wor. Good cousin, be advis’d; ftir not to night.
1 Ver. Do not, my lord.
- Dow. You do not counsel well;
You speak it out of fear, and from cold heart.

Ver. Do me no flander, Dowglas: by my life,
And I dare well maintain it with my life,
If well-respected honour bid me on,
I hold as little counsel with weak fear,
As you, my lord, or any Scot that lives.
Let it be seen to morrow in the battel,
Which of us fears.

Dow. Yea, or to night.
Ver. Content.
Hot. To night, say I.

Ver. Come, come, it may not be: I wonder much,
Being men of such great Leading as you are,
That you foresee not what impediments
Drag back our expedition; certain horse
Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up;
Your uncle Worcester's horse came but to day,
And now their pride and mettle is alleep,
Their courage with hard labour came and dull,
That not a horse is half half of himself.

Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,
In gen’ral, journey-bated, and brought low:
The better part of ours are full of Rest.

Wor. The number of the King's exceedeth ours :
For God's fake, cousin, stay till all come in.

[The Trumpet sounds a parley.


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