Enter Fluellen, L.H., and crosses to R., and Gower, U.E.R.H., following hastily.
Gow. Captain Fluellen!
Flu. (R.C.) So! in the name of Heaven, speak lower.[6] It is the greatest admiration in the universal ’orld, when the true and auncient prerogatifes and laws of the wars is not kept: if you would take the pains but to examine the wars of Pompey the Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is no tiddle taddle, or pibble pabble in Pompey’s camp.
Gow. (L.C.) Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him all night.
Flu. If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb, in your own conscience, now?
Gow. I will speak lower.
Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will.
Exeunt Gower and Fluellen, R.H.
K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion, there is much care and valour in this Welshman.
Enter Bates and Williams, L.H.