Fal. Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they65
had that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
learned that of me.
Prince. No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers
on the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is already[2962]
in the field.70
Fal. What, is the king encamped?
West. He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.[2963]
Fal. Well,[2964]
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[2965]
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.[2964] [Exeunt.75
Scene III. The Rebel Camp near Shrewsbury.[2966]
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Douglas, and Vernon.
Hot. We'll fight with him to-night.
Wor. It may not be.
Doug. You give him then advantage.