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2374 Scaena Secunda.
2375 Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph.
2377Bottle of Sack, our Souldiers shall march through: wee'le
2378to Sutton-cop-hill to Night.
2379Bard. Will you giue me Money, Captaine?
2380Falst. Lay out, lay out.
2381Bard. This Bottle makes an Angell.
2382Falst. And if it doe, take it for thy labour: and if it
2383make twentie, take them all, Ile answere the Coynage.
2384Bid my Lieutenant Peto meete me at the Townes end.
2385Bard. I will Captaine: farewell.
Exit.
2388nably. I haue got, in exchange of a hundred and fiftie
2389Souldiers, three hundred and odde Pounds. I presse me
2390none but good House-holders, Yeomens Sonnes: enquire
2393as had as lieue heare the Deuill, as a Drumme; such as
2396and Butter, with Hearts in their Bellyes no bigger then
2397Pinnes heads, and they haue bought out their seruices:
2399porals, Lieutenants, Gentlemen of Companies, Slaues as
2400ragged as Lazarus in the painted Cloth, where the Glut-
2401tons Dogges licked his Sores; and such, as indeed were
2403ger Sonnes to younger Brothers, reuolted Tapsters and
2404Ostlers, Trade-falne, the Cankers of a calme World, and
2405long Peace, tenne times more dis-honorable ragged,
2407roomes of them that haue bought out their seruices: that
2408you would thinke, that I had a hundred and fiftie totter'd
2409Prodigalls, lately come from Swine-keeping, from eating
2411and told me, I had vnloaded all the Gibbets, and prest the
2413not march through Couentry with them, that's flat. Nay,
2414and the Villaines march wide betwixt the Legges, as if
2415they had Gyues on; for indeede, I had the most of them
2416out of Prison. There's not a Shirt and a halfe in all my
2417Company: and the halfe Shirt is two Napkins tackt to-
2418gether, and throwne ouer the shoulders like a Heralds
2421Inne-keeper of Dauintry. But that's all one, they'le finde
2422Linnen enough on euery Hedge.
2423 Enter the Prince, and the Lord of Westmerland.
2424Prince. How now blowne Iack? how now Quilt?
2425Falst. What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Deuill
2427merland, I cry you mercy, I thought your Honour had al-
2428ready beene at Shrewsbury.
2429West. 'Faith, Sir Iohn, 'tis more then time that I were
2430there, and you too: but my Powers are there alreadie.
2431The King, I can tell you, lookes for vs all: we must away
2432all to Night.
2433Falst. Tut, neuer feare me, I am as vigilant as a Cat, to
2434steale Creame.
2436hath alreadie made thee Butter: but tell me, Iack, whose
2437fellowes are these that come after?
2438Falst. Mine, Hal, mine.
2441der, foode for Powder: they'le fill a Pit, as well as better:
2442tush man, mortall men, mortall men.
2443Westm. I, but Sir Iohn, me thinkes they are exceeding
2444poore and bare, too beggarly.
2445Falst. Faith, for their pouertie, I know not where they
2447learn'd that of me.
2450in the field.
2451Falst. What, is the King encamp'd?
2453long.
2456 Exeunt.