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 35 not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay,[2953] and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had[2954] 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[2955] half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over 40 the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's,[2956] or the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all one;[2957] they'll find linen enough on every hedge. _Enter the_ PRINCE _and_ WESTMORELAND.[2958] _Prince._ How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt! 45 _Fal._ 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. _West._ Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were 50 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.[2959] _Fal._ Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to[2960] steal cream. _Prince._ I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft 55 hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose fellows are these that come after? _Fal._ Mine, Hal, mine. _Prince._ I did never see such pitiful rascals. _Fal._ Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, 60 food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better: tush,[2961] man, mortal men, mortal men. _West._ Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly. _Fal._ Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they 65 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[2962] in the field. 70 _Fal._ What, is the king encamped? _West._ He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.[2963] _Fal._ Well,[2964] To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[2965] Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.[2964] [_Exeunt._ 75 SCENE III. _The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury._[2966] _Enter_ HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, _and_ VERNON. _Hot._ We'll fight with him to-night. _Wor._ It may not be. _Doug._ You give him then advantage. _Ver._ Not a whit. _Hot._ Why say you so? looks he not for supply? _Ver._ So do we.