Enter Travellers. 1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy fhall lead our bors down the hill we'll walk afoot a while, and ease our legs Thieves. Stand. Trav. Jefu blefs us! Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains throats Ah! whorfon caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hat us youth: down with them; fleece them. 1 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: You are grand-jurors are ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. [Excunt 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 jeft for ever. Poins. Stand clofe, 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 ftirring: there's no more valour in that Poins, than in a wild duck. P. Hen, Your money. [Rushing out upon them. Poins. Villains! [As they are sharing, the Prince and POINS fet 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: he thieves are scatter'd, and poffefs'd with fear ftrongly, that they dare not meet each other; ich takes his fellow for an officer. way, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, nd lards the lean earth as he walks along: Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him. Poins. How the rogue roar'd! SCENE III. Warkworth. A Room in the Cafile. Enter HOTSPUR, reading a letter. [Exeunt. But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented to be there, in refect of the love I bear your house.-He could be contented,--Why is he not then? In respect of the love he bears our houfe:-he fhows 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 dan▾ gerous; the friends you have named, uncertain; the time itself unforted; and your whole plot too light, for the counterpoise 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 constant: a good plot, good friends, and full of expectation: an excellent excellent plot, very good friends. What a frofty-fpirited rogue is this? Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and the general courfe of the action. 'Zounds, an I were now by this rafcal, I could brain him with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, and myfelf? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, and Owen Glendower? Is there not, befides, the Douglas? Have I not all their letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the next month? and are they 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 myfelf, 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. Enter Lady PERCY. How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours. For what offence have I, this fortnight, been Tell me, fweet lord, what is't that takes from thee. Why haft thou loft the fresh blood in thy cheeks; of Singleton del. Hopwood fartp The First Part of King Houry the Fourth! : Act 2 nd scene 6th Published by Vernor & Hood, 20 May 1799. |