Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH
Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry. Fill me a bottle of
sack. Our soldiers shall march through. We’ll to Sutton
Will you give me money, captain?
5Lay out, lay out.
This bottle makes an angel.
An if it do, take it for thy labor. An if it make twenty, take
them all. I’ll answer the coinage. Bid my lieutenant Peto
meet me at town’s end.
10I will, captain. Farewell.
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 commodity of
warm slaves—as had as lief hear the devil as a drum, such
as fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck fowl or a
hurt wild duck. I pressed me none but such toasts-and-butter,
with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and