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· Prin. Yea and else where, so far as my coyne would stretch; and where it would not, I haue vsed my credit.
Fall. Yea, and so vsde it, that were it not heere apparant that thou art heire apparant. But I prethee sweet wag, fhal there be gallows standing in England when thou art king and resolution thus fubd * as it is with the rusty curb of old father antick the law: doe not thou when thou art a king, hang a theefe.
Prin. No, thou shalt.
Prin. Thou iudgest false already. I meane thou shalt haue the hanging of the theeues, and so become a rare hangman.
Fall. Well Hal, well, and in some sort it iumpes with my humor, as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you.
Prin. For obtaining of futes ?
Falf. Yea, for obtaining of sutes, whereof the hangman hath no leane wardrop. Zblood I am as malancholy as a gyb cat, or a lugd beare.
Prin. Or an oid lion, or a louers lute.
Prin. What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of Moore-ditch ?
Fals. Thou hast the most vnfauory fimiles, and art indeede the most comparatiue rascallest sweete yong prince. But Hall, I prethee trouble me no more with vanity, I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought: an old lord of the counsell rated me the other day in the streete about you fir : but I markt him not, and yet he talkt very wisely; but I regarded him not, and yet he talkt wisely, and in the street too.
Prince. Thou didst well: for wisedome cries out in the Atreetes, and no man regardes it.
Fall. O, thou haft damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a faint : thou hast done much harme voto mee, Hall; God forgiue thee for it: before I knew thee Hall, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speake truly, little better than one of the wicked : I must giue ouer this life; and I will giue it ouer : by the Lord and I do not, I am a villaine : Ie be damnei for neuer a kings sonne in Christendome.
Prince. Where Mall we take a purse to morrow, lacke?
Fals. Zounds, where thou wilt lad, Ile make one ; and I do not, call me villaine, and baffel me.
Prince. I see a good amendment of life in thee ; from praying, to purse taking,
Fall. Why, Hall; tis my vocation Hall : tis no finne for a man to labour in his vocation.
Poines. Now shall we know if Gads-hill haue set a march: O, if men were to be saued by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him ? this is the most omnipotent villaine that euer cryed, stand, to a true man.
Prince. Good morrow Ned.
Poines. Good morrow sweet Hall. What sayes monsieur remorse? what fayes sir lohn facke and sugar, lacke ? how agrees the diuell and thee about thy foule, that thou souldest him on Good-friday last, for a cup of Madera and a cold capons legge ?
Prin. Sir lohn ftands to his word, the diuell shall haue his bargaine, for he was neuer yet * a breaker of prouerbes : he will giue the diuell his due.
Puines. Then art thou damnd for keeping thy word with the diuell. Prince. Else he had bin damnd for cosening the diuell.
* ja omitted,
Poy. But my lads, my lads, to morrow morning, by foure a clocke carly at Gads hil, there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offrings, and traders riding to London with fat purses. I haue vizards for you all ; you haue horses for your selues : Gads-hil lies to night in Rochester, I haue bespoke supper to morrow night in Eastcheap; we may doe it as secure as Neepe: if you will go, I will stuffe your purses full of crownes; if you will not, tarry at home and be hangd.
Falf. Heare ye redward, if I tarry at home and go not, Ile hang you for going.
Poy. You will chops.
Fals. Thers neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the bloud royall, if thou darest not stand for ten shiilings.
Prince. Well then once in my dayes Ile be a mad cap.
(king. Poin. Sir lohn, I prethee leaue the prince and me alone, I will lay him downe such reasons for this aduenture, that he
Falf. Wel, God give thee the spirit of perswasion, and him the eares of profiting, that what thou speakest, may moue, and what he heares may be beleeued, that the true prince, may (for recreation fake) proue a false theefe; for the poore abuses of the time, want countenance: farewell, you shall find me in Eascheap.
Prin. Farewel the latter spring, farewel Alhollowne summer.
Poy. Now my good sweet hony lord, ride with vs to morrow. I haue a jealt to execute, that I cannot mannage alone. Falstaffe, Haruey, Relil, and Gads-hill, shall rob those men
that we haue already way-laid; your selfe and I, will not be there: and when they haue the booty, if you and I doe not rob them, cut this head * from my shoulders.
Princ. How shall we part with them in setting forth ?
Po. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherin it is at our pleasure to faile; and then will they aduenture vpon the exploit themselues, which they shall haue no sooner atchiued, but weele set vpon
them. Prin. Yea, but tis like that they wil know vs by our horses, by our habits, and by euery other appointment to be ourselues.
Po. Tut, our horses they shall not see, Ile tie them in the wood, our vizards we will change after we leaue them: and firra, I haue cases of buckorum for the nonce, to immaske our noted outward garments.
Prin. Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for vs.
Po. Well, for two of them I know the t to be as true bred cowardes as euer turnd back: and for the third, if he fight longer then he sees reason Ile forsweare armes.
The vertue of this iest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this fatte rogue will tel vs when we meete at fupper, how thirty at least hee fought with, what wards, what blowes, what extremities he indured, and in the reproofe of this I lies the ielt.
Prin. Wel, Ile go with thee, prouide vs al thinges necessary, and meete me to morrow night in East cheape, there Ile suppe: farewell.
Boy. Farewell my lord.
Prin. I know you all, and will a while vphold
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Enter the king, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, fir
Walter Blunt with others.
King. My blood hath beene too colde and temperate,
Wor. Our house (my foueraigne leige) little deserues