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Ver. And further, I have learn'd,
Hot. He shall be welcome too: where is his son
Ver. All furnisht, all in arms,
Ver. There is more news:
Dow. That's the worst tidings that I hear of, yet.
Hot. Forty let it be;
Dow! Talk not of dying, I am out of fear
og ni [Exeunt.
tinal SCENE changes to a publick Road, near
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. 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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
Ver. So do we.
Wor. Good cousin, be advis’d; ftir not to night.
Ver. Do me no flander, Dowglas: by my life,
Dow. Yea, or to night.
Ver. Come, come, it may not be: I wonder much,
Hot. So are the horses of the enemy,
Wor. The number of the King's exceedeth ours :
[The Trumpet sounds a parley.