Exit Pistol, R.H.
Flu. Very goot.
Gow. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit rascal; a cut-purse; I remember him now.
Flu. I’ll assure you, ’a utter’d as prave ’ords at the pridge as you shall see in a summer’s day.
Gow. Why, ’tis a gull, a fool, a rogue, that now and then goes to the wars, to grace himself, at his return into London, under the form of a soldier. You must learn to know such slanders of the age,[12] or else you may be marvellously mistook.
Flu. I tell you what, Captain Gower;—I do perceive, he is not the man that he would gladly make show to the ’orld he is: if I find a hole in his coat, I will tell him my mind.
March heard.
Hark you, the king is coming; and I must speak with him from the pridge.[13]
Enter King Henry, Bedford, Gloster, Westmoreland, Lords, and Soldiers, L.H.U.E.
Flu. (R.) Heaven pless your majesty!