Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry. Fill me a bottle of
sack. Our soldiers shall march through. We'll to Sutton
Coldfield tonight.
FALSTAFF
Bardolph, go ahead of us to Coventry, and fill me a bottle of wine. Our army will keep marching, and we'll make it to Sutton Coldfield tonight.
BARDOLPH
Will you give me money, captain?
BARDOLPH
Will you give me some money, captain?
FALSTAFF
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Lay out, lay out.
FALSTAFF
Spend your own.
BARDOLPH
This bottle makes an angel.
BARDOLPH
If I buy you this bottle, that makes me an angel
.
FALSTAFF
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.
FALSTAFF
Well, if this bottle earns you an angel, then keep it for your troubles. If you earn twenty angels, then keep them all; I'm good for it. Tell my lieutenant Peto to meet me at the city limit.
BARDOLPH
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I will, captain. Farewell.
BARDOLPH
I will, captain. Farewell.
Exit BARDOLPH
BARDOLPH exits.
FALSTAFF
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,
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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,
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with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins' heads, and
FALSTAFF
If I'm not ashamed of my soldiers, then I'm a pickled fish. I've taken terrible advantage of my position. I've pressed a hundred and fifty soldiers into service, and for that, the treasury has paid me over three hundred pounds. I recruited only well-to-do property owners and rich farmer's sons. I looked for men who were engaged to be married, who were already halfway through their preparations. I found a whole supply of pampered cowards who would rather listen to the devil than a military march; who feared the sound of gunfire
