Page 758 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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Mine, Hal, mine.
PRINCE
I did never see such pitiful rascals.
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. [65]
WESTMORELAND
Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare − too beggarly.
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. [70]
PRINCE
No, I’ll be sworn, unless you call three fingers in the ribs bare. But, sirrah,
make haste. Percy is already in the field.
Exit.
FALSTAFF
What, is the king encamped?
WESTMORELAND
He is, Sir John. I fear we shall stay too [75] long.
[Exit.]
FALSTAFF
Well, to the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast fits a dull fighter
and a keen guest.
Exit.
Scene III IT
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, Vernon.
