ACT II SCENE II | The highway, near Gadshill. |
[Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS] |
POINS | Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's |
| horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet. |
PRINCE HENRY | Stand close. |
[Enter FALSTAFF] |
FALSTAFF | Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! |
PRINCE HENRY | Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost | 5 |
| thou keep! |
FALSTAFF | Where's Poins, Hal? |
PRINCE HENRY | He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him. |
FALSTAFF | I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the |
| rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know | 10 |
| not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier |
| further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt |
| not but to die a fair death for all this, if I |
| 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have |
| forsworn his company hourly any time this two and | 15 |
| twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the |
| rogue's company. If the rascal hath not given me |
| medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it |
| could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins! |
| Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto! | 20 |
| I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere |
| 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; | 25 |
| 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 HENRY | Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close | 30 |
| 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? |
| 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot |
| again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. | 35 |
| What a plague mean ye to colt me thus? |
PRINCE HENRY | Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted. |
FALSTAFF | I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, |
| good king's son. |
PRINCE HENRY | Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler? | 40 |
FALSTAFF | Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent |
| garters! If I be ta'en, I'll 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. | 45 |
[Enter GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and PETO] |
GADSHILL | Stand. |
FALSTAFF | So I do, against my will. |
POINS | O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph, |
| what news? |
BARDOLPH | Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's | 50 |
| money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going |
| to the king's exchequer. |
FALSTAFF | You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern. |
GADSHILL | There's enough to make us all. |
FALSTAFF | To be hanged. | 55 |
PRINCE 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 | How many be there of them? |
GADSHILL | Some eight or ten. | 60 |
FALSTAFF | 'Zounds, will they not rob us? |
PRINCE HENRY | What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? |
FALSTAFF | Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; |
| but yet no coward, Hal. |
PRINCE HENRY | Well, we leave that to the proof. | 65 |
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 HENRY | Ned, where are our disguises? | 70 |
POINS | Here, hard by: stand close. |
[Exeunt PRINCE HENRY 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; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs. | 75 |
Thieves | Stand! |
Travellers | Jesus bless us! |
FALSTAFF | Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats: |
| ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they |
| hate us youth: down with them: fleece them. | 80 |
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 Grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith. | 85 |
[Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt] |
[Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS] |
PRINCE 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. | 90 |
[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, there's no equity stirring: there's |
| no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck. |
PRINCE HENRY | Your money! | 95 |
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 HENRY | Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse: |
| The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear |
| So strongly that they dare not meet each other; |
| Each takes his fellow for an officer. | 100 |
| Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, |
| And lards the lean earth as he walks along: |
| Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him. |
POINS | How the rogue roar'd! |
[Exeunt] |