2. Scene II. A public Road near Coventry.
[Enter Prince Henry and Westmoreland.]
How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!
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.
Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were there, and you too;
but my powers are there already. The King, I can tell you, looks for
us all: we must away all, to-night.
Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.
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?
Mine, Hal, mine.
I did never see such pitiful rascals.
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,
Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare,--too
Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that; and,
for their bareness, I am sure they never learn'd that of me.
No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on the ribs
bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is already in the field.
What, is the King encamp'd?
He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.