Enter Prince Henry and the Lord of Westmoreland. PRINCE. How now, blown Jack? How now, quilt? 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 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. PRINCE. 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. 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. 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. PRINCE. No, I’ll be sworn, unless you call three fingers on 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 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. The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury. Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas and Vernon. HOTSPUR. We’ll fight with him tonight. WORCESTER. It may not be. DOUGLAS. You give him then advantage. VERNON. Not a whit. HOTSPUR. Why say you so? Looks he not for supply? VERNON. So do we. HOTSPUR. His is certain, ours is doubtful. WORCESTER. Good cousin, be advised, stir not tonight. VERNON. Do not, my lord. DOUGLAS. You do not counsel well. You speak it out of fear and cold heart. VERNON. Do me no slander, Douglas; by my life, And I dare well maintain it with my life, If well-respected honour bid me on, I hold as little counsel with weak fear As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives. Let it be seen tomorrow in the battle Which of us fears. DOUGLAS. Yea, or tonight. VERNON. Content. HOTSPUR. Tonight, say I. VERNON. Come, come, it may not be. I wonder much, Being men of such great leading as you are, That you foresee not what impediments Drag back our expedition. Certain horse Of my cousin Vernon’s are not yet come up. Your uncle Worcester’s horse came but today, And now their pride and mettle is asleep, Their courage with hard labour tame and dull, That not a horse is half the half himself. HOTSPUR. So are the horses of the enemy In general, journey-bated and brought low. The better part of ours are full of rest. WORCESTER. The number of the King exceedeth ours. For God’s sake, cousin, stay till all come in. [_The trumpet sounds a parley._]