Scene II. The highway, near Gadshill. Enter Prince Henry and Poins. Poins. Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet. Prince. Stand close. Enter Falstaff. Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! Fal. Where's Poins, Hal? Prince. He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him. Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied 10 20 me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medicines. Poins! Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto! I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and to leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afcot with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough a plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another! [They whistle.] Whew! 30 A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged! Prince. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close to the ground and list if thou canst Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being Prince. Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted. Fal. I prithee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's son. 40 Prince. Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler? Enter Gadshill, Bardolph and Peto with him. Fal. So I do, against my will. I know his voice. Bard. Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there's money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going to the king's exchequer. Fal. You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern. Gads. There's enough to make us all. Fal. To be hanged. Prince. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape from your encounter, then they light on us. Peto. How many be there of them ? Gads. Some eight or ten. 50 60 Fal. 'Zounds, will they not rob us? Prince. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grand- 70 father; but yet no coward, Hal. Prince. Well, we leave that to the proof. Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast. Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged. Prince. Ned, where are our disguises? Poins. Here, hard by: stand close. [Exeunt Prince and Poins. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say 80 I: every man to his business. Enter the Travellers. First Trav. Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs. Thieves. Stand! Travellers. Jesus bless us! Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats: ah! whoreson caterpillars! baconfed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them. 90 Travellers. O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever! Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone ? No, ye fat chuffs; I would your store were [Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt. Re-enter Prince Henry and Poins disguised. Prince. The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it would be argument for 100 a week, laughter for a month and a good jest for ever. Poins. Stand close; I hear them coming. Enter the Thieves again. Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to |