Gow. I but our King is not like him in that,
For he neuer killd any of his friends.40
Flew. Looke you, tis not well done to take the tale out
O a mans mouth, ere it is made an end and finished:
I speake in the comparisons, as Alexander is kill
His friend Clitus: so our King being in his ripe
Wits and iudgements, is turne away, the fat knite45
With the great belly doublet: I am forget his name.
Gower. Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
Flew. I, I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed,
I can tell you, theres good men borne at Monmorth.
Enter King and the Lords.[5561]
King. I was not angry since I came into France,[5562]50
Vntill this houre.
Take a trumpet Herauld,
And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill:
If they will fight with vs bid them come downe,
Or leaue the field, they do offend our sight:55
Will they do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skyr away, as fast
As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings.
Besides, weele cut the throats of those we haue,
And not one aliue shall taste our mercy.60
Enter the Herauld.
Gods will what meanes this? knowst thou not
That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome?
Herald. I come great king for charitable fauour,
To sort our Nobles from our common men,
We may haue leaue to bury all our dead,65
Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on.
Kin. I tell thee truly Herauld, I do not know whether[5563]
The day be ours or no:
For yet a many of your French do keep the field.