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Author: William Shakespeare
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Henry IV, Part 1 (Quarto 1, 1598)


of Henrie the fourth.
now my whole charge consists of Ancients, Corporals, Lieu-
tenants, gentlemen of companies: slaues as ragged as Lazarus in
2400the painted cloth, where the gluttons dogs licked his sores, and
such as indeed were neuer souldiours, but discarded, vniust ser-
uingmen, yonger sonnes to yonger brothers, reuolted tapsters,
and Ostlers, tradefalne, the cankers of a calme world, and a long
2405peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged then an olde fazd
ancient, and such haue I to fill vp the roomes of them as haue
bought out their seruices, that you woulde thinke that I had a
hundred and fiftie tottered prodigals, latelie come from swine
keeping, from eating draffe and husks. A mad fellowe met mee
2410on the way, and tolde mee I had vnloaded all the Gibbets, and
prest the dead bodies. No eye hath seene such skarcrowes. Ile
not march through Couentry with them, thats flat: nay, and
the villains march wide betwixt the legs as if they had giues on,
2415for indeede I had the most of them out of prison, theres not a
shert and a halfe in all my companie, and the halfe shert is two
napkins tackt togither, and throwne ouer the shoulders like a
Heralds coate without sleeues, and the shert to say the trueth
2420stolne from my host at S. Albones, or the red-nose Inkeeper of
Dauintry, but thats all one, theile find linnen inough on euerie
hedge.
Enter the Prince, Lord of Westmerland.
Prin. How now blowne iacke? how now quilt?
2425Fal. What Hal, how now mad wag? what a diuel dost thou in
Warwickshire? My good Lo. of Westmerland, I cry you mercy,
I thought your honour had alreadie bin at shrewesburie.
West. Faith sir Iohn tis more then time that I were there, and
2430you too but my powers are there already, the king I can tel you
lookes for vs all, we must away all night.
Falst. Tut neuer feare mee, I am as vigilant as a Cat to steale
Creame.
2435Prin. I thinke to steale Creame indeed, for thy theft hath al-
readie made thee butter, but tell me iacke, whose fellowes are
these that come after?
Falst. Mine Hall, mine.
Prince. I did neuer see such pitifull rascals.
2440Falst. Tut, tut, good inough to tosse, foode for powder, foode
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