Enter the Prince and Westmoreland.[2958]
Prince. How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!45
Fal. What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil
dost thou in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland,
I cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already
been at Shrewsbury.
West. Faith, Sir John, 'tis more than time that I were50
there, and you too; but my powers are there already. The
king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must away all night.[2959]
Fal. Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to[2960]
steal cream.
Prince. I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft55
hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
fellows are these that come after?
Fal. Mine, Hal, mine.
Prince. I did never see such pitiful rascals.
Fal. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder,60
food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better: tush,[2961]
man, mortal men, mortal men.
West. Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding
poor and bare, too beggarly.