tattered prodigals lately come from swine-keeping, from 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 not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had 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 half shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge. 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 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, mortal men. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly. 'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never learned 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 encamped? He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long. Well, To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. We'll fight with him to-night. It may not be. You give him then the advantage. Not a whit. Why say you so? looks he not for supply? So do we. His is certain, ours is