Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors; there's money of the king's coming down the hill, 't is going to the king's exchequer. Fal. You lie, you rogue; 't is going to the king's tavern. Gads. There 's enough to make us all. Fal. To be hang'd. P. Hen. 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. Fal. But how many be there of them? Gads. Some eight, or ten. Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us? P. Hen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch? Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal. P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge; when thou need'st him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast. Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang'd. P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises?} (Aside.) Poins. Here, hard by; stand close. [Exeunt the Prince and POINs. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.-[They put on their masks, and draw their swords.] Enter four Travellers. Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill: we 'll walk afoot a while, and ease our legs. Fal. &c. Stand. Trav. Thieves! - Murder!-Help!-[The Travellers run back again, followed by BARDOLPH, GADSHILL, and PETO.] Fal. Down with them; cut the villains' throats; ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them : young men must live: you are grand-jurors, are ye We'll jure you, i' faith. ? [Exit FALSTAFF. Enter HENRY, Prince of WALES, and POINS, in buckram suits. P. Hen. 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 a week,. laughter for a month, and a god jest for ever. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. [They retire a little.] Re-enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO, with bags of money. Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. [They sit down on the ground.] An the prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild-duck. P. Hen. Your money. Poins. Villains! [As they are sharing, the Prince and POINS set upon them. The rest run away; and FALSTAFF, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind him. P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse; Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, SCENE III. Warkworth. A Room in the Castle. Enter HOTSPUR, reading a Letter. [Exeunt. -But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house. He could be contented,-why is he not, then? In respect of the love he bears our house!-he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our house. Let me see some more. The purpose you undertake, is dangerous.-Why, that 's certain; 't is dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you undertake, is dangerous; the friends you have nam'd, uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an opposition.-Say you so? say you so? I say unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the lord, our plot is a good plot, as ever was laid; our friends true and constant: an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general course of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are they not, some of them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an infidel! Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimm'd milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king, we are prepar'd I will set forward to-night. Enter Lady PERCY. How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours. Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? For what offence have I, this fortnight, been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? Tell me, sweet lord, what is 't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Rab. He is, my lord, an hour ago. Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? Rab. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. Hot. What horse? a roan, a crop-car, is it not? Rab. It is, my lord. Hot. That roan shall be my throne. Well, I will back him straight.-O esperance !- Lady. But hear you, my lord. [Exit RABY. Hot. What say'st thou, my lady? I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. love. Lady. Come, come, you paraquito, answer me Directly to this question that I ask. In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, Away, you trifler.-Love! I love thee not, Lady. Do you not love me? do you not indeed? Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride? No lady closer; for I well believe, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; Lady. How! so far? Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate: Whither I go, thither shall you go too; To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you. Will this content you, Kate? Lady. It must, of force. SCENE IV. The Boar's Head Tavern, in Eastcheap. Enter HENRY, Prince of WALES. [Exeunt. P. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee come out of that fat room, And lend me thy hand to laugh a little. |