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Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.
P. Henry. 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. But how many be there of them?
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. Fare. well, and stand fast.
Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hang'd.
Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say
Trav. Come, neighbour ; the boy shall lead our horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot a while, and ease our legs.
Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains'throats : Ah! whoreson caterpillars ! bacon-fedd 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 ye undone ? bappy man be his dole,)-good luck betide us.
TAMING OF THE SHREW, Vol. II. p. 238. Hor. gorbellied ]-corpulent,
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.
[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 jest for ever. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming,
Enter thieves again. 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 va. lour in that Poins, than in a wild duck.
P. Henry. 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 him) P. Henry. 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, And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.
Poins. How the rogue roar'd! * cuffs---churls, clowns. argument)-furnish a topic of conversation, a subject of merriment.
Warkworth. A Room in the Castle.
Enter Hotspur, reading ? a letter.
-But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear your bouse. -He could be contented,—Why, is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our house:-he shews in this, ne 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 Neep, 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 bave named, uncertain ; the time itself unforted; and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoize of fo 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. 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 z a letter. ]-from G. Durbar, carl of March, in Scotland.
any lord of York]- Richard Scroop, Archbishop of York.
fan ]--fans were formerly made of feathers, with handles of gold, filver, &c.
month ? and are they not, some of them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this? an infidel? Ha! you thall 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 fo honourable an action! Hang him ! let him tell the king :-We are prepared. I will set forward to-night.
Enter Lady Percy.
Kare?]-Lady Percy's name was Elizabeth, but Sbakspeare had a fondness for this familiar appellation.
frontiers, ]-forts. • bafilisks,)
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet gone ?
Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago.
Hot. That roan shall be my throne.
Lady. But hear you, my lord. .
Lady. Out, you mad-headed ape!
Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
& Speranza-Perry's motto, and word of battle,