Enter HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES, and POINS, in Buckram Suits. 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 jest for ever. Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming. [They retire a little. Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO, with Bags of Money. Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. [They sit down on the Ground.] 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. P. Hen. Your money. Poins. Villains! [As they are sharing, the PRINCE and POINS set upon them. The Rest run away; and FALSTAFF, after a Blow or two, runs away too, leaving the Booty behind him. P. Hen. Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse; The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death, [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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 house. 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. The purpose you undertake is dangerous.-Why, that's certain; 'tis 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. The 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.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: an excellent plot, very good friends. What a frostyspirited 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 month? and are they not, some of them, set forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an infidel! Ha! you shall see now, in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the king, and lay open all our proceedings. Oh, I could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable an action! Hang him! let him tell the king, we are prepared: I will set forward to-night. Enter LADY PERCY. How now, Kate? I must leave you within these two hours. Lady. O, my good lord, why are you thus alone? For what offence have I, this fortnight, been A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed? Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth; And start so often, when thou sitt'st alone? In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd, And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars: Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; Cry," Courage!-To the field!" And thou hast talk'd Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, And all the 'currents of a heady fight. Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, And I must know it, else he loves me not. Hot. What, ho! Enter RABY. Is Gilliams with the packet gone? Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff? Rab. One horse, my lord, he brought even now. Hot. That roan shall be my throne.— Well, I will back him straight.-O esperance!- Hot. What say'st thou, my lady? I'll know your business, Harry, that I will. Hot. So far afoot, I shall be weary, love. In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry, Hot. Away, Away, you trifler.-Love! I love thee not, Lady. Do you not love me? do you not indeed? And when I am o' horseback, I will swear I know you wise; but yet no further wise, No lady closer; for I well believe, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; Lady. How! so far? Hot. Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate: Whither I go, thither shall you go too; To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.— Will this content you, Kate? Lady. It must, of force. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. The Boar's Head Tavern, in Eastcheap. Enter HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES. P. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee come out of that fat room, And lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Enter POINS. Poins. Where hast been, Hal? P. Hen. With three or four loggerheads, amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers, and can call them by all their Christian names, as-Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already upon their salvation, that, though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy; and tell me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a |