WORCESTER.
Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
HOTSPUR.
What may the King’s whole battle reach unto?
VERNON.
To thirty thousand.
HOTSPUR.
Forty let it be.
My father and Glendower being both away,
The powers of us may serve so great a day.
Come, let us take a muster speedily.
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
DOUGLAS.
Talk not of dying. I am out of fear
Of death or death’s hand for this one half year.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. A public Road near Coventry.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
FALSTAFF.
Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a bottle of sack. Our soldiers shall march through; we’ll to Sutton Co’fil’ tonight.
BARDOLPH.
Will you give me money, captain?