Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND.
PRINCE HENRY: How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!
FALSTAFF: 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.
WESTMORELAND: Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time
that I were 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.
FALSTAFF: Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat
to steal cream.
PRINCE HENRY: I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft 
hath already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
fellows are these that come after?
FALSTAFF: Mine, Hal, mine.
PRINCE HENRY: I did never see such pitiful rascals.
FALSTAFF: Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for 
powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as
better: tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
WESTMORELAND: Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they
are exceeding poor and bare, too beggarly.
FALSTAFF: 'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where 
they had that; and for their bareness, I am sure they
never learned that of me.
PRINCE HENRY: No, I'll be sworn; unless you call three
fingers on the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy
is already in the field. 
FALSTAFF: What, is the king encamped?
WESTMORELAND: He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay
FALSTAFF: Well, To the latter end of a fray and the
beginning of a feast Fits a dull fighter and a keen