219Poines. Good morrow sweet Hal. What saies Mon-

220sieur Remorse? What sayes Sir Iohn Sacke and Sugar:

221Iacke? How agrees the Diuell and thee about thy Soule,

222that thou soldest him on Good-Friday last, for a Cup of

223Madera, and a cold Capons legge?

224Prin. Sir Iohn stands to his word, the diuel shall haue

225his bargaine, for he was neuer yet a Breaker of Prouerbs:

226He will giue the diuell his due.

227Poin. Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with

228the diuell.

229Prin. Else he had damn'd for cozening the diuell.

230Poy. But my Lads, my Lads, to morrow morning, by

231foure a clocke early at Gads hill, there are Pilgrimes go-

232ing to Canterbury with rich Offerings, and Traders ri-

233ding to London with fat Purses. I haue vizards for you

234all; you haue horses for your selues: Gads-hill lyes to

235night in Rochester, I haue bespoke Supper to morrow in

236Eastcheape; we may doe it as secure as sleepe: if you will

237go, I will stuffe your Purses full of Crownes: if you will

238not, tarry at home and be hang'd.

239Fal. Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not,

240Ile hang you for going.

241Poy. You will chops.

242Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one?

243Prin. Who, I rob? I a Theefe? Not I.

244Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fel-

245lowship in thee, nor thou cam'st not of the blood-royall,

246if thou dar'st not stand for ten shillings.

247Prin. Well then, once in my dayes Ile be a mad-cap.

248Fal. Why, that's well said.

249Prin. Well, come what will, Ile tarry at home.

250Fal. Ile be a Traitor then, when thou art King.

251Prin. I care not.

252Poyn. Sir Iohn, I prythee leaue the Prince & me alone,

253I will lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture, that

254he shall go.

255Fal. Well, maist thou haue the Spirit of perswasion;

256and he the eares of profiting, that what thou speakest,

257may moue; and what he heares may be beleeued, that the

258true Prince, may (for recreation sake) proue a false theefe;

259for the poore abuses of the time, want countenance. Far-

260well, you shall finde me in Eastcheape.

261Prin. Farwell the latter Spring. Farewell Alhollown

262Summer.

263Poy. Now, my good sweet Hony Lord, ride with vs

264to morrow. I haue a iest to execute, that I cannot man-

265nage alone. Falstaffe, Haruey, Rossill, and Gads-hill, shall

266robbe those men that wee haue already way-layde, your

267selfe and I, wil not be there: and when they haue the boo-

268ty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my

269shoulders.

270Prin. But how shal we part with them in setting forth?

271Poyn. Why, we wil set forth before or after them, and

272appoint them a place of meeting, wherin it is at our plea-

273sure to faile; and then will they aduenture vppon the ex-

274ploit themselues, which they shall haue no sooner atchie-

275ued, but wee'l set vpon them.

276Prin. I, but tis like that they will know vs by our

277horses, by our habits, and by euery other appointment to

278be our selues.

279Poy. Tut our horses they shall not see, Ile tye them in

280the wood, our vizards wee will change after wee leaue

281them: and sirrah, I haue Cases of Buckram for the nonce,

282to immaske our noted outward garments.

283Prin. But I doubt they will be too hard for vs.

284Poin. Well, for two of them, I know them to bee as

285true bred Cowards as euer turn'd backe: and for the third

286if he fight longer then he sees reason, Ile forswear Armes.

287The vertue of this Iest will be, the incomprehensible lyes

288that this fat Rogue will tell vs, when we meete at Supper:

289how thirty at least he fought with, what Wardes, what

290blowes, what extremities he endured; and in the reproofe

291of this, lyes the iest.

292Prin. Well, Ile goe with thee, prouide vs all things

293necessary, and meete me to morrow night in Eastcheape,

294there Ile sup. Farewell.

295Poyn. Farewell, my Lord. Exit Pointz

296Prin. I know you all, and will a-while vphold

297The vnyoak'd humor of your idlenesse:

298Yet heerein will I imitate the Sunne,

299Who doth permit the base contagious cloudes

300To smother vp his Beauty from the world,

301That when he please againe to be himselfe,

302Being wanted, he may be more wondred at,

303By breaking through the foule and vgly mists

304Of vapours, that did seeme to strangle him.

305If all the yeare were playing holidaies,

306To sport, would be as tedious as to worke;

307But when they seldome come, they wisht-for come,

308And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.

309So when this loose behauiour I throw off,

310And pay the debt I neuer promised;

311By how much better then my word I am,

312By so much shall I falsifie mens hopes,

313And like bright Mettall on a sullen ground:

314My reformation glittering o're my fault,

315Shall shew more goodly, and attract more eyes,

316Then that which hath no foyle to set it off.

317Ile so offend, to make offence a skill,

318Redeeming time, when men thinke least I will.

322King. My blood hath beene too cold and temperate,

323Vnapt to stirre at these indignities,

324And you haue found me; for accordingly,

325You tread vpon my patience: But be sure,

326I will from henceforth rather be my Selfe,

327Mighty, and to be fear'd, then my condition

328Which hath beene smooth as Oyle, soft as yong Downe,

329And therefore lost that Title of respect,

330Which the proud soule ne're payes, but to the proud.

331Wor. Our house (my Soueraigne Liege) little deserues

332The scourge of greatnesse to be vsed on it,

333And that same greatnesse too, which our owne hands

334Haue holpe to make so portly.

335Nor. My Lord.

336King. Worcester get thee gone: for I do see

337Danger and disobedience in thine eye.

338O sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,

339And Maiestie might neuer yet endure

340The moody Frontier of a seruant brow,

341You haue good leaue to leaue vs. When we need

342Your vse and counsell, we shall send for you.

343You were about to speake.

344North. Yea, my good Lord.