736Poines. Come shelter, shelter, I haue remoued Falstafs

737Horse, and he frets like a gum'd Veluet.

738Prin. Stand close.

740Fal. Poines, Poines, and be hang'd Poines.

741Prin. Peace ye fat-kidney'd Rascall, what a brawling

742dost thou keepe.

743Fal. What Poines. Hal?

744Prin. He is walk'd vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seek

745him.

746Fal. I am accurst to rob in that Theefe company: that

747Rascall hath remoued my Horse, and tied him I know not

748where. If I trauell but foure foot by the squire further a

749foote, I shall breake my winde. Well, I doubt not but

750to dye a faire death for all this, if I scape hanging for kil-

751ling that Rogue, I haue forsworne his company hourely

752any time this two and twenty yeare, & yet I am bewitcht

753with the Rogues company. If the Rascall haue not giuen

754me medicines to make me loue him, Ile behang'd; it could

755not be else: I haue drunke Medicines. Poines, Hal, a

756Plague vpon you both. Bardolph, Peto: Ile starue ere I

757rob a foote further. And 'twere not as good a deede as to

758drinke, to turne True-man, and to leaue these Rogues, I

759am the veriest Varlet that euer chewed with a Tooth.

760Eight yards of vneuen ground, is threescore & ten miles

761afoot with me: and the stony-hearted Villaines knowe it

762well enough. A plague vpon't, when Theeues cannot be

763true one to another. They Whistle.

764Whew: a plague light vpon you all. Giue my Horse you

765Rogues: giue me my Horse, and be hang'd.

766Prin. Peace ye fat guttes, lye downe, lay thine eare

767close to the ground, and list if thou can heare the tread of

768Trauellers.

769Fal. Haue you any Leauers to lift me vp again being

770downe? Ile not beare mine owne flesh so far afoot again,

771for all the coine in thy Fathers Exchequer. What a plague

772meane ye to colt me thus?

773Prin. Thou ly'st, thou art not colted, thou art vncolted.

774Fal. I prethee good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,

775good Kings sonne.

776Prin. Out you Rogue, shall I be your Ostler?

777Fal. Go hang thy selfe in thine owne heire-apparant-

778Garters: If I be tane, Ile peach for this: and I haue not

779Ballads made on all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a Cup of

780Sacke be my poyson: when a iest is so forward, & a foote

781too, I hate it.

783Gad. Stand.

784Fal. So I do against my will.

785Poin. O 'tis our Setter, I know his voyce:

786Bardolfe, what newes?

787Bar. Case ye, case ye; on with your Vizards, there's

788mony of the Kings comming downe the hill, 'tis going

789to the Kings Exchequer.

790Fal. You lie you rogue, 'tis going to the Kings Tauern.

791Gad. There's enough to make vs all.

792Fal. To be hang'd.

793Prin. You foure shall front them in the narrow Lane:

794Ned and I, will walke lower; if they scape from your en-

795counter, then they light on vs.

796Peto. But how many be of them?

797Gad. Some eight or ten.

798Fal. Will they not rob vs?

799Prin. What, a Coward Sir Iohn Paunch?

800Fal. Indeed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your Grandfather;

801but yet no Coward, Hal.

802Prin. Wee'l leaue that to the proofe.

803Poin. Sirra Iacke, thy horse stands behinde the hedg,

804when thou need'st him, there thou shalt finde him. Fare-

805well, and stand fast.

806Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang'd.

807Prin. Ned, where are our disguises?

808Poin. Heere hard by: Stand close.

809Fal. Now my Masters, happy man be his dole, say I:

810euery man to his businesse.

812Tra. Come Neighbor: the boy shall leade our Horses

813downe the hill: Wee'l walke a-foot a while, and ease our

814Legges.

815Theeues. Stay.

816Tra. Iesu blesse vs.

817Fal. Strike down with them, cut the villains throats;

818a whorson Caterpillars: Bacon-fed Knaues, they hate vs

819youth; downe with them, fleece them.

820Tra. O, we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.

821Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are you vndone? No

822ye Fat Chuffes, I would your store were heere. On Ba-

823cons, on, what ye knaues? Yong men must liue, you are

824Grand Iurers, are ye? Wee'l iure ye ifaith.

827Prin. The Theeues haue bound the True-men: Now

828could thou and I rob the Theeues, and go merily to Lon-

829don, it would be argument for a Weeke, Laughter for a

830Moneth, and a good iest for euer.

831Poynes. Stand close, I heare them comming.

833Fal. Come my Masters, let vs share, and then to horsse

834before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two ar-

835rand Cowards, there's no equity stirring. There's no moe

836valour in that Poynes, than in a wilde Ducke.

837Prin. Your money.

838Poin. Villaines.

841Prince. Got with much ease. Now merrily to Horse:

842The Theeues are scattred, and possest with fear so strong-

843ly, that they dare not meet each other: each takes his fel-

844low for an Officer. Away good Ned, Falstaffe sweates to

845death, and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along: wer't

846not for laughing, I should pitty him.

847Poin. How the Rogue roar'd.