Henry IV, Part 1

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 4 Scene 2

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FALSTAFF

45What, Hal, how now, mad wag? What a devil dost thou in Warwickshire?—My good Lord of Westmoreland, I cry you mercy: I thought your Honor had already been at Shrewsbury.

FALSTAFF

Hello there, Hal, you crazy boy! What in the devil’s name are you doing in Warwickshire? And Lord Westmoreland, I beg your pardon. I thought you were already 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.

WESTMORELAND

You’re right, Sir John; it’s about time I got there, and you, too. But my army’s already there. The King is waiting for us, so we must march all night.

FALSTAFF

Tut, never fear me. I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

FALSTAFF

Don’t worry about me. I’m as focused as a cat looking for cream to steal.

PRINCE HENRY

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?

PRINCE HENRY

Steal cream is right—you’ve stolen so much that it’s turned you into butter. But tell me, Jack, whose soldiers are those?

FALSTAFF

Mine, Hal, mine.

FALSTAFF

Mine, Hal, mine.

PRINCE HENRY

I did never see such pitiful rascals.

PRINCE HENRY

I never saw such pitiful-looking losers.

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.

FALSTAFF

Now, now: they’re good enough to die. Cannon fodder, cannon fodder—they’ll fill a mass grave as well as better men would. They’re just men, just men.

WESTMORELAND

Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly.

WESTMORELAND

Maybe so, Sir John, but I think they look terribly poor and bare; they look like beggars.

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.

FALSTAFF

Well, I don’t know where they got their poverty, but their bareness—or their bare-bonedness—well, they didn’t get that from me.

PRINCE HENRY

65No, I’ll be sworn, unless you call three fingers in the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste. Percy is already in the field.

PRINCE HENRY

That’s for sure. Unless you think several inches of fat over your ribs makes you “bare-boned.” But hurry up, sirrah: Percy is already at the battlefield.
Exit PRINCE.
PERCY exits.