there's money of the king's coming down the hill: 'tis going to the king's exchequer.

Fal. You lie, you rogue; 'tis going to the king's

tavern.

Gads. There's enough to make us all.

Fal. To be hanged.

P. Hen. 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?

Gads. Some eight or ten.

Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?

P. Hen. What a coward, sir John Paunch? Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal.

P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof.

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge; when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.

Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.

P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises?

Poins. Here, hard by; stand close.

[Exeunt P. Henry and Poins.

Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.

Enter TRAVellers.

1 Tra. Come, neighbor; the boy shall lead our

horses down the hill: we'll walk afoot awhile, and

ease our legs.

Thieves. Stand.

Tra. Jesu bless us!

Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats. Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with them; fleece them.

1 Tra. O, we are undone, both we and ours, for

ever.

Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied1 knaves. Are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs: 2 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.

[Exeunt 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 jest for ever. Poins. Stand close; 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

1 Fat, corpulent.

2 Clowns.