TPTT The First Part of Henry the Fourth: ACT IV
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
SCENE II. A public road near Coventry.
SCENE III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
SCENE IV. York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.
ACT V
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SCENE II. A public road near Coventry.
Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH
FALSTAFF
      Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
      bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
      we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.
BARDOLPH
      Will you give me money, captain?
FALSTAFF
5     Lay out, lay out.
BARDOLPH
      This bottle makes an angel.
FALSTAFF
      An if 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 town's end.
BARDOLPH
10    I will, captain: farewell.
Exit
FALSTAFF
      If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused
      gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably.
      I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty
      soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me
15    none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire
      me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked
      twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,
      as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as
      fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck
20    fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed 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
25    companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the
      painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his
      sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but
      discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to
      younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers
30    trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a
      long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than
      an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up
      the rooms of them that have bought out their
      services, that you would think that I had a hundred
35    and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from
      swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad
      fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded
      all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye
      hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through
40    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 tacked
45    together and thrown over the shoulders like an
      herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say
      the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or
      the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all
      one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND
PRINCE HENRY
50    How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!
FALSTAFF
      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.
WESTMORELAND
55    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 night.
FALSTAFF
      Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to
60    steal cream.
PRINCE 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?
FALSTAFF
      Mine, Hal, mine.
PRINCE HENRY
65    I did never see such pitiful rascals.
FALSTAFF
      Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food
      for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:
      tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
WESTMORELAND
      Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor
70    and bare, too beggarly.
FALSTAFF
      'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had
      that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
      learned that of me.
PRINCE HENRY
      No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on
75    the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is
      already in the field.
FALSTAFF
      What, is the king encamped?
WESTMORELAND
      He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.
FALSTAFF
      Well,
80    To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
      Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
Exeunt
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