Hot.Forty let it be:
My father and Glendower being both away,
The powers of us may serve so great a day. 132
Come, let us take a muster speedily:
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
Doug. Talk not of dying: I am out of fear
Of death or death's hand for this one half year.
Scene Two
[A Road near Coventry]
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry;
fill me a bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march
through: we'll to Sutton-Co'fil' to-night.
Bard. Will you give me money, captain? 4
Fal. Lay out, lay out.
Bard. This bottle makes an angel.
Fal. An if it do, take it for thy labour; and
if it make twenty, take them all, I'll answer the
coinage. Bid my Lieutenant Peto meet me at
the town's end. 10
Bard. I will, captain: farewell. Exit.
Fal. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am
a soused gurnet. I have misused the king's press
damnably. I have got, in exchange of a hundred
and fifty soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds.
I press me none but good householders, yeomen's
sons; inquire me out contracted bachelors, such
as had been asked twice on the banns; such a
3 Sutton-Co'fil'; cf. n.
6 makes an angel; cf. n.
13 soused gurnet: pickled fish
king's press: royal warrant for conscripting troops
16 yeomen's: small freeholders'
17 contracted: i.e., to be married
18-19 Cf. n.
