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- 1 Enter Prince Henry and Poins; Bardolph and Peto at some distance.
- 2 POINS.
- 3 Come, shelter, shelter! I have removed Falstaff’s horse, and he frets
- 4 like a gummed velvet.
- 5 PRINCE.
- 6 Stand close.
- 7 [_They retire._]
- 8 Enter Falstaff.
- 9 FALSTAFF.
- 10 Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!
- 11 PRINCE.
- 12 [_Coming forward._]
- 13 Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! What a brawling dost thou keep!
- 14 FALSTAFF.
- 15 Where’s Poins, Hal?
- 16 PRINCE.
- 17 He is walked up to the top of the hill. I’ll go seek him.
- 18 [_Retires._]
- 19 FALSTAFF.
- 20 I am accursed to rob in that thief’s company. The rascal hath removed
- 21 my horse and tied him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by
- 22 the square further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but
- 23 to die a fair death for all this, if I ’scape hanging for killing that
- 24 rogue. I have forsworn his company hourly any time this two-and-twenty
- 25 years, and yet I am bewitched with the rogue’s company. If the rascal
- 26 have not given me medicines to make me love him, I’ll be hanged. It
- 27 could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins! Hal! A plague upon
- 28 you both! Bardolph! Peto! I’ll starve ere I’ll rob a foot further. An
- 29 ’twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man, and to leave
- 30 these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth.
- 31 Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me,
- 32 and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough. A plague upon it
- 33 when thieves cannot be true one to another! [_They whistle._] Whew! A
- 34 plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues, give me my horse and
- 35 be hanged!
- 36 PRINCE.
- 37 [_Coming forward._] Peace, you fat guts, lie down, lay thine ear close
- 38 to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers.
- 39 FALSTAFF.
- 40 Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? ’Sblood, I’ll not
- 41 bear my own flesh so far afoot again for all the coin in thy father’s
- 42 exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?
- 43 PRINCE.
- 44 Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
- 45 FALSTAFF.
- 46 I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king’s son.
- 47 PRINCE.
- 48 Out, ye rogue! Shall I be your ostler?
- 49 FALSTAFF.
- 50 Hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters! If I be ta’en, I’ll
- 51 peach for this. An I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to
- 52 filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison—when a jest is so forward,
- 53 and afoot too! I hate it.
- 54 Enter Gadshill.
- 55 GADSHILL.
- 56 Stand!
- 57 FALSTAFF.
- 58 So I do, against my will.
- 59 POINS.
- 60 O, ’tis our setter. I know his voice.
- 61 Comes forward with Bardolph and Peto.
- 62 BARDOLPH.
- 63 What news?
- 64 GADSHILL.
- 65 Case ye, case ye, on with your visards. There’s money of the King’s
- 66 coming down the hill, ’tis going to the King’s exchequer.
- 67 FALSTAFF.
- 68 You lie, ye rogue, ’tis going to the King’s tavern.
- 69 GADSHILL.
- 70 There’s enough to make us all.
- 71 FALSTAFF.
- 72 To be hanged.
- 73 PRINCE.
- 74 Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane. Ned Poins and I
- 75 will walk lower; if they ’scape from your encounter, then they light on
- 76 us.
- 77 PETO.
- 78 How many be there of them?
- 79 GADSHILL.
- 80 Some eight or ten.
- 81 FALSTAFF.
- 82 Zounds, will they not rob us?
- 83 PRINCE.
- 84 What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?
- 85 FALSTAFF.
- 86 Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather, but yet no coward,
- 87 Hal.
- 88 PRINCE.
- 89 Well, we leave that to the proof.
- 90 POINS.
- 91 Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge. When thou need’st him,
- 92 there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.
- 93 FALSTAFF.
- 94 Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
- 95 PRINCE.
- 96 [_aside to Poins._] Ned, where are our disguises?
- 97 POINS.
- 98 [_aside to Prince Henry._] Here, hard by. Stand close.
- 99 [_Exeunt Prince and Poins._]
- 100 FALSTAFF.
- 101 Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I. Every man to his
- 102 business.
- 103 Enter the Travellers.
- 104 FIRST TRAVELLER.
- 105 Come, neighbour, the boy shall lead our horses down the hill; we’ll
- 106 walk afoot awhile and ease our legs.
- 107 THIEVES.
- 108 Stand!
- 109 SECOND TRAVELLER.
- 110 Jesu bless us!
- 111 FALSTAFF.
- 112 Strike, down with them, cut the villains’ throats! Ah, whoreson
- 113 caterpillars, bacon-fed knaves, they hate us youth. Down with them,
- 114 fleece them!
- 115 FIRST TRAVELLER.
- 116 O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!
- 117 FALSTAFF.
- 118 Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs, I would
- 119 your store were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must
- 120 live. You are grandjurors, are ye? We’ll jure ye, faith.
- 121 [_Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt_]
- 122 Enter Prince Henry and Poins in buckram suits.
- 123 PRINCE.
- 124 The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou and I rob the
- 125 thieves, and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week,
- 126 laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.
- 127 POINS.
- 128 Stand close, I hear them coming.
- 129 [_They retire._]
- 130 Enter the Thieves again.
- 131 FALSTAFF.
- 132 Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. An the
- 133 Prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, there’s no equity stirring.
- 134 There’s no more valour in that Poins than in a wild duck.
- 135 [_As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them._]
- 136 PRINCE.
- 137 Your money!
- 138 POINS.
- 139 Villains!
- 140 [_Falstaff after a blow or two, and the others run away, leaving the
- 141 booty behind them._]
- 142 PRINCE.
- 143 Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse.
- 144 The thieves are all scatter’d, and possess’d with fear
- 145 So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
- 146 Each takes his fellow for an officer.
- 147 Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
- 148 And lards the lean earth as he walks along.
- 149 Were’t not for laughing, I should pity him.
- 150 POINS.
- 151 How the fat rogue roared!
- 152 [_Exeunt._]