hang, old fir John hangs with me; and, thou know'ft, he's no ftarveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou dream'ft not of, the which, for fport fake, are content to do the profeffion fome grace; that would, if matters fhould be look'd into, for their own credit fake, make all whole. I am join'd with no foot land-rakers, no long-ftaff, fix-penny ftrikers; none of thefe mad, muftachio, purple-hued malt-worms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers; fuch as can hold in; fuch as will ftrike fooner than fpeak, and speak fooner than drink, and drink fooner pray: And And yet I lie; for they pray continually to their faint, the commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots.

than

Cham. What, the common-wealth their boots? will the hold out water in foul way?

Gadf. She will, fhe will; juftice hath liquor'd her. We fteal as in a caftle, cock-fure; we have the receipt of fern-feed, we walk invisible.

Cham. Nay, by my faith; I think, you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-feed, for your walking invisible.

Gadf. Give me thy hand: thou fhalt have a share in our purchase, as I am a true man.

Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.

Gadf. Go to; Homo is a common name to all men.Bid the oftler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewel, you muddy knave. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Road by Gadfbill.

Enter Prince HENRY, POINS, and PETO.

Poins. Come, fhelter, fhelter; I have remov'd Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gumm'd velvet. P. Henry. Stand close.

Enter FALSTAFF.

Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hang'd! Poins! P. Henry. Peace, ye fat-kidney'd rafcal; What a brawling doft thou keep?

Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?

P. Henry. He is walk'd up to the top of the hill; I'll go feek him.

Fal. I am accurft to rob in that thief's company: the rafcal hath removed my horfe, and tied him I know not where. If I travel but four foot by the fquare further afoot, I fhall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'fcape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forfworn his company hourly any time this two and twenty years, and yet I am bewitch'd with the rogue's company. If the rafcal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hang'd; it could not be elfe; I have drunk medicines.-Poins!-Hal!—a plague upon you both!-Bardolph !-Peto !—I'll ftarve, ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man, and to leave thefe rogues, I am the verieft varlet that ever chew'd with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is threescore and ten miles afoot with me; and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough: A plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one another! [They whifle.]

Whew!

Whew!-A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you rogues; give me my horfe, and be hang'd.

P. Henry. Peace, ye fat-guts! lie 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 fo 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 horfe; 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.

Gadf. Stand.

Enter GADS HILL.

Fal. So I do, against my will.

Poins. O, 'tis our fetter: I know his voice.

Bard. What news?

Gadf. Cafe

ye, cafe ye; on with

your vifors; 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

tavern.

Gadf. 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

they 'scape from your encounter, then they light on

us.

Peto. How many be there of them?

Gadf. Some eight, or ten.

Fal. 'Zounds! will they not rob us?

P. Henry. What, a coward, fir John Paunch? Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal.

P. Henry. 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. 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; ftand close.

[Exeunt P. HENRY, and POINS. Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, fay I; every man to his bufinefs.

Enter Travellers.

I Trav. Comę, neighbours; the boy fhall lead our horfes down the hill: we'll walk afoot a while, and eafe our legs.

Thieves. Stand.

Trav. Jefu blefs us!

Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats: Ah! whorfon caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them.

i Trav. 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! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves? young men must

live:

live: You are grand-jurors, are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. [Here they rob and bind them.

Re-enter Prince HENRY, and POINS.

[Exeunt.

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 jelt for ever. Poins. Stand clofe, I hear them coming.

Re-enter Thieves.

Fal. Come, my masters, let us fhare, 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. Henry. Your money.

Poins. Villains!

[As they are sharing, the Prince and POINS fet upon them. FALSTAFF, after a blow or two, and the refl, run away, leaving their booty behind them.]

P. Henry. Got with much eafe. Now merrily to horse :

The thieves are scatter'd, and poffefs'd with fear
So ftrongly, that they dare not meet each other;
Each takes his fellow for an officer.

Away, good Ned. Falstaff fweats to death,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along :
Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.
Poins. How the rogue roar'd!

[Exeunt.

SCENE