| ACT IV 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? | 5 |
| FALSTAFF | 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. | 10 |
| BARDOLPH | 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. | 50 |
| | Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND | |
| PRINCE HENRY | 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. | 55 |
| WESTMORELAND | 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. | 65 |
| PRINCE HENRY | 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 | |