3Come away, Ned and Tom!

Here, my lord.

Come away, my lads. 6Tell me, sirs, how much gold have you got?

Faith, my lord, I have got five hundred pound.

But tell me, Tom, how much hast thou got?

Faith, my lord, some four hundred pound.

Four hundred pounds? Bravely spoken, lads! 11But tell me, sirs, think you not that it was a villainous 12part of me to rob my father's receivers?

Why no, my lord. It was but a trick of youth.

Faith, Ned, thou sayest true. 15But tell me, sirs, whereabouts are we?

My lord, we are now about a mile off London.

But, sirs, I marvel that Sir John Oldcastle 18comes not away. Zounds, see where he comes!

20How now, Jockey, what news with thee?

Faith, my lord, such news as passeth, 22for the town of Deptford is risen 23with hue and cry after your man 24which parted from us the last night 25and has set upon and hath robbed a poor carrier.

Zounds, the villain that was wont to spy 27out our booties?

Ay, my lord, even the very same.

Now, base-minded rascal, to rob a poor carrier! 30Well, it skills not. I'll save the base villain's life. 31Ay, I may. But tell me, Jockey, whereabouts be the receivers?

Faith, my lord, they are hard by, 33but the best is, we are a-horseback and they be afoot, 34so we may escape them.

Well, if the villains come, let me alone with them. 36But tell me, Jockey, how much got'st thou from the knaves? 37For I am sure I got something, for one of the villains 38so belammed me about the shoulders 39as I shall feel it this month.

Faith, my lord, I have got a hundred pound.

A hundred pound! Now, bravely spoken, Jockey. 42But come, sirs, lay all your money before me. [They place their booty at his feet.] 43Now, by heaven, here is a brave show! 44But, as I am true gentleman, I will have the half 45of this spent tonight. But, sirs, take up your bags. 46Here come the receivers. Let me alone.

Alas, good fellow, what shall we do? 49I dare never go home to the court, for I shall be hanged. 50But look, here is the young prince. What shall we do?

How now, you villains, what are you?

[Aside to 2 Receiver] Speak you to him.

[Replying aside] No, I pray, speak you to him.

Why, how now you rascals, why speak you not?

Forsooth we be -- [Aside to 2 Receiver] pray speak you to him.

Zounds, villains, speak, or I'll cut off your heads.

[To Prince Henry] Forsooth, he can tell the tale better than I.

Forsooth, we be your father's receivers.

Are you my father's receivers? 60Then I hope ye have brought me some money.

Money? Alas, sir, we be robbed.

Robbed? How many were there of them?

Marry, sir, there were four of them, 64and one of them had Sir John Oldcastle's bay hobby 65and your black nag.

Gog's wounds! [To Jockey] How like you this, Jockey? 67[To the Receivers] Blood, you villains! My father robbed of his money abroad, 68and we robbed in our stables. 69But tell me, how many were of them?

If it please you, there were four of them, 71and there was one about the bigness of you, 72but I am sure I so belammed him about the shoulders 73that he will feel it this month.

Gog's wounds, you lammed them fairly -- 75so that they have carried away your money! 76[To Ned, Tom, and Jockey] But come, sirs, what shall we do with the villains?

I beseech your grace, be good to us.

I pray you, my lord, forgive them this once.

79Well, stand up and get you gone. 80And look that you speak not a word of it, 81for if there be, zounds, I'll hang you and all your kin.

Now, sirs, how like you this? 84Was not this bravely done? 85For now the villains dare not speak a word of it, 86I have so feared them with words. 87Now, whither shall we go?

Why, my lord, you know our old hostess 89at Feversham?

Our hostess at Feversham? Blood, what shall we do there? 91We have a thousand pound about us, 92and we shall go to a petty alehouse? 93No, no. You know the old tavern in Eastcheap? 94There is good wine. Besides, there is a pretty wench 95that can talk well, for I delight as much in their tongues 96as any part about them.

We are ready to wait upon your grace.

Gog's wounds! Wait? We will go all together. 99We are all fellows, I tell you, sirs. An the king 100my father were dead, we would be all kings. 101Therefore, come away.

Gog's wounds, bravely spoken, Harry!