735697Enter Prince, Poines, and Peto, &c. 736698Po. Come
shelter,
shelter, I haue remoude Fal
stal
ffes hor
se,
737699and he frets like a gumd Veluet.
Enter Falstalffe.
740701Falst. Poynes, Poynes, and be hangd Poynes.
741702Prin. Peace ye fat-kidneyd ra
scal, what a brawling do
st thou
743704Falst. Wheres Poynes Hall?
744705Prin. He is walkt vp to the top of the hill,
Ile go
seeke him.
746706Falst. I am accur
st to rob in that theeues companie, the ra
scal
747707hath remooued my hor
se, and tied him I knowe not where, if I
748708trauell but foure foote by the
squire further a foote, I
shall breake
749709my winde. Well, I doubt not but to die a faire death for all
750710this, if I
scape hanging for killing that rogue. I haue for
sworne
751711his companie hourly any time this xxii. yeares, and yet I am be
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752712witcht with the rogues companie. If the ra
scall haue not gi
- 754713uen me medicines to make mee loue him, ile be hangd. It could
755714not be el
se, I haue drunke medicines, Poynes, Hall, a plague
756715vpon you both. Bardoll, Peto, ile
starue ere ile rob a foote
757716further, and twere not as good a deede as drinke to turne true
- 758717man, and to leaue the
se rogues, I am the verie
st varlet that euer
759718chewed with a tooth: eight yeardes of vneuen ground is three
- 760719score and ten myles a foote with mee, and the
stonie hearted
761720villaines knowe it well inough, a plague vpon it when theeues
762721can not be true one to another:
764723Whew, a plague vpon you all, giue mee my hor
se you rogues,
765724giue me my hor
se and be hangd:
766725Prin. Peace ye fat guts, lie downe, laie thine eare clo
se to the
767726ground, and li
st if thou can
st heare the treade of trauellers.
769727Falst. Haue you any leauers to lift me vp againe being down,
770728zbloud ile not beare mine owne
fle
sh so farre a foote againe for
771729all the coine in thy fathers Exchequer
: What a plague meane
773731Prin. Thou lie
st, thou art not colted, thou art vncolted.
774732Falst. I preethe good prince, Hal, helpe me to my hor
se, good
776734Prin. Out ye rogue,
shall I be your O
stler?
777735Falst. Hang thy
selfe in thine owne heire apparant garters,
778736if
I be tane, ile peach for this: and I haue not Ballads made on
779737you all, and
sung to
filthie tunes, let a cuppe of
sacke bee my
780738poy
son, when a iea
st is
so forward, and a foote too I hate it.
783740Gad. Stand.
Falst. So I do again
st my will.
785741Po. O tis our
setter, I know his voice, Bardoll, what newes.
787742Bar. Ca
se yee, ca
se yee on with your vizards, theres money
788743of the kings comming downe the hill, tis going to the Kings
790745Falst. You lie ye rougue, tis going to the kings Tauerne.
791746Gad. Theres inough to make vs all:
793748Prin. Sirs you foure
shall front them in the narrowe lane: Ned
794749Poines, and I wil walke lower, if they
scape from your encoun
- ter
of Henrie the fourth.
795750ter, then they light on vs.
796751Peto. How many be there of them?
798753Fal Zounds will they not rob vs?
799754Prin. What, a coward
sir Iohn paunch.
800755Fal. In deed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your grandfather, but
802757Prin. Well, we leaue that to the proofe.
803758Po. Sirrha Iacke, thy hor
se
standes behinde the hedge, when
804759thou need
st him, there thou
shalt
find him: farewel &
stand fa
st.
806760Fal. Now can not I
strike him if I
should be hangd.
807761Prin. Ned, where are our di
sgui
ses?
808762Po. Here, hard by,
stand clo
se.
809763Fal. Now my mai
sters, happie man bee his dole,
say I, euerie
810764man to his bu
sine
sse.
Enter the trauailers. 812765Trauel. Come neighbour, the boy
shal lead our hor
ses down
813766the hill, weele walke a foote a while and ea
se our legs.
815767Theeues. Stand.
Trauel. Ie
sus ble
sse vs.
817768Falst. Strike, downe with them, cut the villaines throates, a
818769hore
son Caterpillars, bacon-fed knaues, they hate vs youth,
819770downe with them,
fleece them.
820771Tra. O we are vndone, both we and ours for euer.
821772Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues, are ye vndone, no yee fatte
822773chu
ffes, I would your
store were here: on bacons on, what yee
823774knaues yong men mu
st liue, you are grand iurers, are ye, weele
825776Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt. 826777Enter the prince and Poynes. 827778Prin. The theeues haue bound the true men, nowe coulde
828779thou and I rob the theeues, and go merilie to London, it would
829780be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good ie
st 831782Po. Stand clo
se, I heare them comming.
832783Enter the theeues againe. 833784Fal. Come my mai
sters, let vs
share and then to hor
se before
834785day, and the Prince and Poines bee not two arrant cowardes
835786theres no equitie
stirring, theres no more valour in that Poynes,
Prin.
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839788As they are sharing the Prince & Poins set vpon them, they all runne away, and
838790Poin. Villaines.
Falstaffe after a blow or two runs away 840791 too, leauing the bootie behind them. 841792Prin. Got with much ea
se. Now merrily to hor
se: the theeues
842793are all
scattered, and po
sse
st with feare
so
strongly, that they dare
843794not meete each other, each takes his fellow for an o
fficer, awaie
844795good Ned, Fal
stal
ffe
sweates to death, and lards the leane earth
845796as he walkes along, wert not for laughing I
should pittie him.
847797Poynes. How the rogue roard.
Exeunt.