P. Hen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou art uncolted. . Fal. I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my horse; good king's son. P. Hen. Out, you rogue! shall I be your ostler ! Fal. Go, hang thyself 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 sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: When a jest is so forward, and afoot too,-I hate it. Gads. Stand. Enter GADSHILL. Fal. So I do, against my will. Poins. O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Enter BARDOLPH. Bard. What news? Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors; there's money 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 tav ern. Gads. There's enough to make us all. Fal. To be hanged. 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. Peto. 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 needest him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast. Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged. P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises? Poins. Here, hard by; stand close. [Exeunt P. HENRY and POINS. [8] Alluding to the order of the garter, in which he was enrolled as heir apparent. JOHNS Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business. Enter Travellers. 1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot a while, and ease our legs. Thieves. Stand. Trav. Jesu bless us ! Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats Ah! whorson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them. 1 Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours, forever. Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; are ye undone ? No, ye fat chuffs;' I would your store were here! On, bacons, on What, ye knaves? young men must live : You are grand-jurors, are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. [Exe. FALSTAFF, &c. driving the Travellers out. Re-enter Prince HENRY and POINS. 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 good jest forever. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. Re-enter Thieves. Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. 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. [Rushing out upon them. [As they are sharing, the Prince and PoINS set upon them. FALSTAFF, after a blow or two, and the rest, run away, leaving their booty behind them.] P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse: The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear So strongly, that they dare not meet each other; Each takes his fellow for an officer. Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, [9] That is, fat and corpulent. STEEV [1] Chuff is the same word with cuff, both signifying a clown, and being in all probability derived from a Saxon word of the latter sound. RITSON And lards the lean earth as he walks along: SCENE III. [Exeunt. Warkworth. A Room in the Castle. Enter HOTSPUR, reading a letter. 2 -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 to 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; 'tis 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 named, 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: 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 general course of the action. 'Zounds, an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myself? ford 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 skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king: We are prepared: I will set forward to-night. [2] This letter was from George Dunbar, earl of March, in Scotland. Mr. Edwards's MS. Notes, Enter Lady PERCY. How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours. Lady. O my good lord, why are you thus alone? Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks; Of basilisks, 4 of cannon, culverin; Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain, And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, On some great sudden haste. O, what portents are these? And I must know it, else he loves me not. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone? Enter Servant. Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago. Hot.Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? Serv. It is, my lord. Hot. That roan shall be my throne. [3] Frontiers formerly meant not only the bounds of different territories, but also the forts built along, or near those limits. STEEV. [4] A basilisk is a cannon of a particular kind. STEEV. 15 i.e. the occurrences. In old languages occurrent was used instead of accurrence. MAL. Well, I will back him straight: O esperance !6 Bid Butler lead him forth into the park. Hot. What say'st, my lady? Lady. What is it carries you away? My love, my horse. Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape! I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. [Exit Serv. Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, Away, you trifler!-Love ?-I love thee not, To play with mammets,7 and to tilt with lips: Lady. Do you not love me? do you not, indeed? [6] This was the motto of the Percy family. [7] Puppets. JOHNS. MAL. Cracked crowns, signifies at once, cracked money' and a broken head.' Current,' will apply to both; as it refers to money, its sense is well known; as it is applied to a broken head, it insinuates that a soldier's wounds entitle him to universal reception. JOHNS. |