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me medicines to make me love him, Iāll be hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medicines. Poins! Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto! Iāll starve ere Iāll rob a foot further. An ātwere 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 afoot 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! 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 hear the tread of travellers.
Falstaff
Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? āSblood, Iāll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again for all the coin in thy fatherās exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?
Prince
Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
Falstaff
I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good kingās son.
Prince
Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?
Falstaff
Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters! If I be taāen, Iāll 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.
Enter Gadshill, Bardolph and Peto with him.
Gadshill
Stand.
Falstaff
So I do, against my will.
Poins
O, ātis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph, what news?
Bardolph
Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: thereās money of the kingās coming down the hill; ātis going to the kingās exchequer.
Falstaff
You lie, ye rogue; ātis going to the kingās tavern.
Gadshill
Thereās enough to make us all.
Falstaff
To be hanged.
Prince
Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they āscape from your encounter, then they light on us.
Peto
How many be there of them?
Gadshill
Some eight or ten.
Falstaff
āZounds, will they not rob us?
Prince
What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?
Falstaff
Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; 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.
Falstaff
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.
Falstaff
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I: every man to his business.
Enter the Travellers.
First Traveller
Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down the hill; weāll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.
Thieves
Stand!
Travellers
Jesus bless us!
Falstaff
Strike; down with them; cut the villainsā throats: ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.
Travellers
O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!
Falstaff
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 grandjurors, are ye? weāll jure ye, āfaith. Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt.
Re-enter Prince Henry and Poins.
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 a week, laughter for a month and a good jest for ever.
Poins
Stand close; I hear them coming.
Enter the Thieves again.
Falstaff
Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, thereās no equity stirring: thereās no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.
Prince
Your money!
Poins
Villains! As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them.
Prince
Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
The thieves are all scatterād and possessād 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,
And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
Wereāt not for laughing, I should pity him.
Warkworth castle
Enter Hotspur, solus, reading a letter. Hotspur āBut for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your house.ā 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. āThe purpose you undertake is dangerous;āā āwhy, thatās certain: ātis 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. āThe 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.ā 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 action. āZounds, an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with his ladyās fan. Is there not my father, my uncle and myself?Free ebook Ā«Henry IV, Part I William Shakespeare (best book series to read TXT) šĀ» - read online now
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