Bard. Do, my lord.
Prince. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.
Fal. I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find
one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the age of[2855]
two and twenty or thereabouts! I am heinously[2856]180
unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they offend[2857]
none but the virtuous: I laud them, I praise them.
Prince. Bardolph!
Bard. My lord?
Prince. Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster,[2858]185
to my brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.[2858][2859]
[Exit Bardolph.] Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and[2858][2860]
I have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time. [Exit Peto.][2858][2861]
Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two o'clock[2858]
in the afternoon.[2858][2862]190
There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive[2863]
Money and order for their furniture.[2863]
The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
And either we or they must lower lie. [Exit.[2864]
Fal. Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come![2865]195
O, I could wish this tavern were my drum! [Exit.[2866]
FOOTNOTES:
[2590] Sc. i. Bangor....] The Archdeacon of Bangor's house in Wales. Theobald. Wales. Pope.
Mortimer, and Glendower.] Lord Mortimer, Owen Glendower. Qq Ff.