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   King Henry IV, Part I
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 


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