2376Falst. Bardolph, get thee before to Couentry, fill me a

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.

2386Falst. If I be not asham'd of my Souldiers, I am a

2387sowc't-Gurnet: I haue mis-vs'd the Kings Presse dam-

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

2391me out contracted Batchelers, such as had beene ask'd

2392twice on the Banes: such a Commoditie of warme slaues,

2393as had as lieue heare the Deuill, as a Drumme; such as

2394feare the report of a Caliuer, worse then a struck-Foole,

2395or a hurt wilde-Ducke. I prest me none but such Tostes

2396and Butter, with Hearts in their Bellyes no bigger then

2397Pinnes heads, and they haue bought out their seruices:

2398And now, my whole Charge consists of Ancients, Cor-

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

2402neuer Souldiers, but dis-carded vniust Seruingmen, youn-

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,

2406then an old-fac'd Ancient; and such haue I to fill vp the

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

2410Draffe and Huskes. A mad fellow met me on the way,

2411and told me, I had vnloaded all the Gibbets, and prest the

2412dead bodyes. No eye hath seene such skar-Crowes: Ile

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

2419Coat, without sleeues: and the Shirt, to say the truth,

2420stolne from my Host of S. Albones, or the Red-Nose

2421Inne-keeper of Dauintry. But that's all one, they'le finde

2422Linnen enough on euery Hedge.

2424Prince. How now blowne Iack? how now Quilt?

2425Falst. What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Deuill

2426do'st thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of West-

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.

2435Prince. I thinke to steale Creame indeed, for thy theft

2436hath alreadie made thee Butter: but tell me, Iack, whose

2437fellowes are these that come after?

2438Falst. Mine, Hal, mine.

2439Prince. I did neuer see such pittifull Rascals.

2440Falst. Tut, tut, good enough to tosse: foode for Pow-

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

2446had that; and for their barenesse, I am sure they neuer

2447learn'd that of me.

2448Prince. No, Ile be sworne, vnlesse you call three fingers

2449on the Ribbes bare. But sirra, make haste, Percy is already

2450in the field.

2451Falst. What, is the King encamp'd?

2452Westm. Hee is, Sir Iohn, I feare wee shall stay too

2453long.

2454Falst. Well, to the latter end of a Fray, and the begin-

2455ning of a Feast, fits a dull fighter, and a keene Guest.