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? |
FALSTAFF | Lay out, lay out. | 5 |
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. |
BARDOLPH | I will, captain: farewell. | 10 |
[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 |
| none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire | 15 |
| 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 |
| fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such | 20 |
| 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 |
| companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the | 25 |
| 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 |
| trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a | 30 |
| 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 |
| and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from | 35 |
| 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 |
| Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the | 40 |
| 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 |
| together and thrown over the shoulders like an | 45 |
| 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. |
[Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND] |
PRINCE HENRY | How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt! | 50 |
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. |
WESTMORELAND | Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were | 55 |
| 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 |
| steal cream. | 60 |
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. |
PRINCE HENRY | I did never see such pitiful rascals. | 65 |
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 |
| and bare, too beggarly. | 70 |
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 |
| the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is | 75 |
| already in the field. |
FALSTAFF | What, is the king encamped? |
WESTMORELAND | He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long. |
FALSTAFF | Well, |
| To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast | 80 |
| Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. |
[Exeunt] |