cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason; thou seest, I am pacify'd.-Still?. Nay, I pr'ythee, be gone. [Exit Hostess. Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad -How is that answer'd? P. Hen. The money is paid back again. Fal. O, I do not like that paying back, 't is a double labour. P. Hen. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing. Fal. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou dost, and do it with unwash'd hands too. Bard. Do, my lord. P. Hen. I have procur'd thee, Jack, a charge of foot. Fal. I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the age of two and twenty, or thereabouts! I am heinously unprovided. Well, heaven be thank'd for these rebels, they, offend none but the virtuous; I laud them, I praise them. P. Hen. Bardolph,— Bard. My lord. P. Hen. Go, bear this letter to lord John of Lan caster, My brother John; this to my lord of Westmoreland.[Exit BARDOLPH. Jack, Meet me to-morrow in the Temple-hall At two o'clock i' the afternoon : There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive Money, and order for their furniture. The land is burning; Percy stands on high; And either they, or we, must lower lie. [Exit the Prince. Fal. Rare words! brave world!-Hostess, my breakfast; come: O, I could wish, this tavern were my drum! END OF ACT III. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. Hotspur's Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter Earl of DOUGLAS, HOTSPUR, Earl of Hot. WELL said, my noble Scot: If speaking truth, In this fine age, were not thought flattery, The tongues of soothers; but a braver place No man so potent breathes upon the ground, Hot. Do so, and 't is well : Enter RABY. What letters hast thou there? Rab. These letters come from your father. Hot. Letters from him! why comes he not himself? Rab. He cannot come, my lord; he's grievous sick. Hot. Sick! how has he the leisure to be sick, In such a justling time? Who leads his power? Under whose government come they along? Rab. His letters bear his mind, not I. Hot. His mind! Wor. I pr'ythee, tell me, doth he keep his bed? Rab. He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth; And, at the time of my departure thence, He was much fear'd by his physicians. Wor. I would, the state of time had first been whole, Ere he by sickness had been visited! His health was never better worth than now. Hot. Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise; 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.- Yet doth he give us bold advertisement, That, with our small conjunction, we should on, Of all our purposes. What say you to it? By some, that know not why he is away, Of our proceedings, kept the earl from hence; Hot. You strain too far. I, rather, of his absence make this use ;- Than if the earl were here: for men must think, A Trumpet sounds. Enter Sir RICHARD VERNON, and two Gentlemen. 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, 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 And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Hot. No more, no more; worse than the sun in This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come; my horse, 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, Hot. Forty let it be; My father and Glendower being both away, Dooms-day is near; die all, die merrily. SCENE II. The Road near Coventry. Enter FALSTAFF, and BARDOLPH. [Exeunt. Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through; we 'll to Sutton-Colfield to-night. Bard. Will you give me money, captain? Fal. Lay out, lay out. Bard. This bottle makes an angel. Fal. An it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain: farewell. [Exit BARDOLPH. Fal. If I be not asham'd of my soldiers, I am a souc'd gurnet. I have misus'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 householders, yeomen's sons: inquire me out contracted bachelors, 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 E |