ACT IV. SCENE I.. At SHREWSBURY. Enter Hot-fpur, Worcester, and Dowglas. W HOT-SPUR ELL faid, my noble Scot; if speaking truth In this fine age, were not thought flattery, Such attribution fhould the Dowglas have, As not a foldier of this season's stamp Should go fo gen'ral currant through the World. The tongues of foothers. But a braver place breathes potent upon the ground, Enter a Meffenger. Hot. Do, and 'tis well there? I can but thank you. Meff. These come What letters haft thou from your father. Hot. Letters from him? why comes he not himself? In fuch a juftling time Who leads his power; Under Under whofe government come they along? He was much fear'd by his physician. Wor. I would the ftate of time had firft been whole, Ere he by fickness had been vifited; His health was never better worth than now. Hot. Sick now? droop now? this fickness doth in The very life-blood of our enterprize ; Could not fo foon be drawn: nor thought he meet Of all our purposes. What fay you to it? Of all our fortunes. Dow. Faith, and fo we should; Where now remains a fweet reverfion. We now may boldly spend, upon the hope a mine. L 2 A 1 A comfort of retirement lives in this. Wor. But yet I would your father had been here : C And breed a kind of question in our caufe: Hot. You ftrain too far. curtain, I rather of his abfence make this ufe: Dow. As heart can think; there is not fuch a word SCENE II. Enter Sir Richard Vernon. Hot. My cousin Vernon, welcome by my foul. Ver. Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord. The Earl of Westmorland, fev'n thousand strong, Is Is marching hither, with Prince John of Lancaster. Hot. No harm; what more? Ver. And further, I have learn'd, The King himself in person hath set forth, Or hitherwards intended speedily, With strong and mighty preparation. Hot. He fhall be welcome too: where is his fon? Ver. All furnifht, all in arms, All plum'd like Eftridges, that with the wind And witch the world with noble horfemanship. Hot. No more, no more; worfe than the Sun in March, This praise doth nourish agues; let them come. They come like facrifices in their trim, And yet not ours. Come, let me take my horse, L3 Baited, i. e. flutter'd the wings. † cuiffes, fr. armour for the thighse twitch, for bewitch, charm. Meet, Meet, and ne'er part, till One drop down a coarse.. Ver. There is more news: I learn'd in Worcefter, as I rode along, He cannot draw his pow'r this fourteen days. Dow. That's the worft tidings that I hear of, yet. Wor. Ay, by my faith, that bears a frofty found. Hot. What may the King's whole battle reach unto? Ver. To thirty thousand. Hot. Forty let it be, My father and Glendower being both away, [Exeunt SCENE III. Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. Fal. Bardolph, theack Ardolph, get thee before to Coventry; filt me a bottle of fack: our foldiers fhall march through we'll to Sutton-cop-hill to-night. Bard. Will you give me mony, captain? Fal. Lay out, lay out. Bard. This bottel makes an angel. Fal. And if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the coynage. Bid my lieutenant Peto meet me at the town's end. Bard. I will, captain; farewel. [Exit, Fal. If I be not afham'd of my foldiers, I am a fowc'd gurnet I have mif-us'd the King's prefs damnably. I have got, in exchange of an hundred and fifty foldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I prefs me none but good houfholders, yeomens fons ; enquire me out contracted batchelors, fuch as had been ask'd twice on the banes; fuch a commodity of warm flaves, |