6 both. Bardolph! Peto! I'll starve, ere I'll rob a foot further. An'twere not as good a deed as to drink, tơ turn true man, and to leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chew'd with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threefcore and ten miles afoot with me; and the ftony hearted villains know it well enough. A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true one to another. [They whistle.] Whew!a plague upon you all. Give me my horse; you rogues, give me my horse, and be hang'd. .P. Henry. Peace, ye fat guts! lye down, lay thine ear close to the ground, and lift if thou canst hear the tread of travellers. Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh fó far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's exchequer, What a plague mean ye, to colt me thus? P. Henry. Thou lieft, thou art not colted, thou art uncolted. Fal. I pr'ythee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good King's fon. P. Henry. Out, you rogue! fhall I be your oftler? Fal. Go hang thyfelf in thy own heir-apparent garters; if I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made on you all, and fung to filthy tunes, let a cup of fack be my poison. When a jeft is fo forward, and afoot too!-I hate it. Gads. Stand, Enter Gads-hill. Fal. So I do against my will. rob a foot further.] This is only a flight errour which yet has run through all the copies. We should read rub a foot. So we now fay rub on. 7 To colt is, to fool, to trick, but the prince taking it in an other fenfe opposes it by uncolt, that is, unhorfe. 8 beir-apparent garters;] Alluding to the order of the garter, in which he was enrolled as heir apparent. Poins. O, 'tis our Setter, I know his voice. Bardolph. What news? Gads. Cafe ye, cafe ye; on with your vifors; there's mony of the King's coming down the hill, 'tis going to the King's Exchequer. Fal. You lie, you rogue, 'tis going to the King's tavern. Gads. There's enough to make us all. Fal. To be hang'd. P. Henry. Sirs, you four fhall 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. But how many be of them? Gads. Some eight or ten. Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us? P. Henry. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch. Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal. P. Henry. Well, we'll leave that to the proof. Poins. Sirrah, Jack, thy horfe ftands behind the hedge; when thou need'ft him, there fhalt thou find him. Farewel, and stand fast. Fal. Now cannot I ftrike him, if I fhould be hang'd. P. Henry. Ned, where are our disguises? Poins. Here, hard by. Stand close. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, fay I; every man to his bufinefs. Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy fhall lead our horfes down the hill: we'll walk a foot a while, and ease our legs. Thieves. Stand, Trav. Jefu blefs us! Fal. Strike; down with them, cút the villains' throats; ah! whorfon caterpillars; bacon-fed knaves; they hate us youth; down with them, fleece them. Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever. Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are you undone? no, ye fat chuffs, I would your ftore were here. On, bacons, on! what, ye knaves? young men muft live; you are grand jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, i'faith. Here they rob and bind them: Exeunt. Enter Prince Henry and Poins. P. Henry. 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 good jeft for ever. Poins. Stand clofe, I hear them coming. Enter Thieves again at the other part of the stage. Fal. Come, my mafters, let us fhare, and then to horse before day; an the Prince and Poins be not two arrant Cowards, there's no equity ftirring. There's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild Duck. P. Henry. Your mony. 'Poins. Villains! [As they are fharing, the Prince and Poins fet upon them. They all run away, and Falstaff after a blow blow or two runs away too, leaving the booty behind them.] P. Henry. Got with much eafe. Now merrily to horfe : The thieves are scatter'd, and poffeft with fear So ftrongly, that they dare not meet each other; Away, good Ned. Now Falstaff fweats to death, B Enter Hot-fpur folus, reading a letter. [Exeunt. UT for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your Houfe. He could be contented to be there; why is he not then? in respect of the love he bears our Houfe! he fhews in this, he loves his own barn better than he loves our Houfe. Let me fee fome more. The purpose you undertake is dangerous. Why, that's certain : 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to fleep, to drink: but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, fafety. The purpose you undertake is dangerous, the friends you have named uncertain, the time it Self unforted, and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoize of fo great an oppofition. Say you fo, fay you fo? I fay unto you again, you are a fhallow 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 conftant; a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the L 2 general general courfe of the action. By this hand, if I were now by this rafcal, 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 befides, the Dowglas? have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are there not fome of them fet forward already? What a Pagan rafcal is this? an infidel. Ha! you fhall fee now, in very fincerity 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 fuch a dish of skimm'd milk with fo honourable an action. Hang him, let him tell the King. We are prepared; I will fet forward to night. SCENE VI. Enter Lady Percy. How now, Kate! I must leave you within thefe two Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? Tell me, fweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Of |