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Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's Head Tavern.
 Enter PRINCE.

Prince Henry    Ned, prithee come out of that fat room, and lend me thy
    hand to laugh a little.

                               Enter POINS.

Poins    Where hast been, Hal?

Prince Henry    With three or four loggerheads, amongst three or fourscore
    hogsheads. I have sounded the very base-string of
    humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother to a leash of
    drawers, and can call them all by their christen 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
    good boy - by the Lord, so they call me! - and when I am
    king of England I shall command all the good lads in
    Eastcheap. They call drinking deep 'dyeing scarlet', and
    when you breathe in your watering they cry 'hem!' and bid
    you 'Play it off'. To conclude, I am so good a proficient
    in one quarter of an hour that I can drink with any tinker
    in his own language during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou
    hast lost much honour that thou wert not with me in this
    action. But, sweet Ned - to sweeten which name of Ned I
    give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now into
    my hand by an under-skinker, one that never spake other
    English in his life than 'Eight shillings and sixpence',
    and 'You are welcome', with this shrill addition, 'Anon,
    anon, sir! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-moon!', or
    so - but, Ned, to drive away the time till Falstaff come,
    I prithee do thou stand in some byroom, while I question
    my puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar, and do
    thou never leave calling 'Francis!', that his tale to me
    may be nothing but 'Anon'. Step aside, and I'll show thee
    a precedent.
                                                [POINS stands aside.
Poins    [Within.] Francis!

Prince Henry    Thou art perfect.

Poins    [Within.] Francis!

                         Enter FRANCIS, a Drawer.

Francis    Anon, anon, sir. [Calling.] Look down into the Pomgarnet,
    Ralph.

Prince Henry    Come hither, Francis.

Francis    My lord?

Prince Henry    How long hast thou to serve, Francis?

Francis    Forsooth, five years, and as much as to-

Poins    [Within.] Francis!

Francis    Anon, anon, sir.

Prince Henry    Five year? Byrlady, a long lease for the clinking of
    pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant as to play
    the coward with thy indenture, and show it a fair pair of
    heels and run from it?

Francis    O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in England I
    could find in my heart-

Poins    [Within.] Francis!

Francis    Anon, sir.

Prince Henry    How old art thou, Francis?

Francis    Let me see - about Michaelmas next I shall be-

Poins    [Within.] Francis!

Francis    Anon, sir. Pray, stay a little, my lord.

Prince Henry    Nay, but hark you, Francis. For the sugar thou gavest me,
    'twas a pennyworth, was't not?

Francis    O Lord, I would it had been two!

Prince Henry    I will give thee for it a thousand pound. Ask me when thou
    wilt, and thou shalt have it.

Poins    [Within.] Francis!

Francis    Anon, anon.

Prince Henry    Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but tomorrow, Francis; or,
    Francis, a Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when thou wilt.
    But, Francis-

Francis    My lord?

Prince Henry    Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, knot-
    pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-
    tongue, Spanish pouch?

Francis    O Lord, sir, who do you mean?

Prince Henry    Why then, your brown bastard is your only drink; for look
    you, Francis, your white canvas doublet will sully. In
    Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.

Francis    What, sir?

Poins    [Within.] Francis!

Prince Henry    Away, you rogue! Dost thou not hear them call?
                        [Here they both call him; he stands amazed,
                                                not knowing which way to go.

                              Enter VINTNER.

Vintner    What, stand'st thou still and hear'st such a calling? Look
    to the guests within.
                                                [Exit FRANCIS.
    My lord, old Sir John with half a dozen more are at the
    door. Shall I let them in?

Prince Henry    Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
                                                [Exit VINTNER.
    Poins!

                             Re-enter POINS.

Poins.    Anon, anon, sir.

Prince Henry    Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at the
    door. Shall we be merry?

Poins    As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye, what cunning
    match have you made with this jest of the drawer? Come,
    what's the issue?

Prince Henry    I am now of all humours that have showed themselves
    humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil
    age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.

                            Re-enter FRANCIS.

    What's o'clock, Francis?

Francis    Anon, anon, sir.
                                                [Exit.

Prince Henry    That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a
    parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
    upstairs and downstairs, his eloquence the parcel of a
    reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of
    the north - he that kills me some six or seven dozen of
    Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his
    wife "Fie upon this quiet life! I want work". "O my sweet
    Harry," says she "how many hast thou killed today?" "Give
    my roan horse a drench," says he, and answers "Some
    fourteen" an hour after, "a trifle, a trifle". I prithee
    call in Falstaff; I'll play Percy, and that damned brawn
    shall play Dame Mortimer his wife. "Rivo!" says the
    drunkard. Call in Ribs, call in Tallow.

              Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO;
                     followed by FRANCIS, with wine.

Poins    Welcome, Jack, where hast thou been?

Falstaff    A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too, marry
    and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I lead this life
    long, I'll sew netherstocks, and mend them and foot them
    too. A plague of all cowards! Give me a cup of sack,
    rogue; is there no virtue extant?
                                                [He drinketh.

Prince Henry    Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter -
    pitiful-hearted Titan! - that melted at the sweet tale of
    the sun's? If thou didst, then behold that compound.

Falstaff    You rogue, here's lime in this sack too. There is nothing
    but roguery to be found in villainous man; yet a coward is
    worse than a cup of sack with lime in it. A villainous
    coward! Go thy ways, old Jack, die when thou wilt. If
    manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the
    earth, then am I a shotten herring. There lives not three
    good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat and
    grows old, God help the while! A bad world, I say. I would
    I were a weaver: I could sing psalms, or anything. A
    plague of all cowards, I say still.

Prince Henry    How now, woolsack, what mutter you?

Falstaff    A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom
    with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore
    thee like a flock of wild geese, I'll never wear hair on
    my face more. You, Prince of Wales?

Prince Henry    Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?

Falstaff    Are not you a coward? Answer me to that - and Poins there?

Poins    Zounds, ye fat paunch! And ye call me coward, by the Lord,
    I'll stab thee.

Falstaff    I call thee coward? I'll see thee damned ere I call thee
    coward; but I would give a thousand pound I could run as
    fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the
    shoulders, you care not who sees your back. Call you that
    backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing, give
    me them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a
    rogue if I drunk today.

Prince Henry    O villain, thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drunk'st
    last.

Falstaff    All is one for that.
                                                [He drinketh.
    A plague of all cowards, still say I.

Prince Henry    What's the matter?

Falstaff    What's the matter? There be four of us here have ta'en a
    thousand pound this day morning.

Prince Henry    Where is it, Jack, where is it?

Falstaff    Where is it? Taken from us it is. A hundred upon poor four
    of us.

Prince Henry    What, a hundred, man?

Falstaff    I am a rogue if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of
    them two hours together. I have scaped by miracle. I am
    eight times thrust through the doublet, four through the
    hose; my buckler cut through and through, my sword hacked
    like a handsaw - ecce signum! I never dealt better since I
    was a man: all would not do. A plague of all cowards! Let
    them speak. If they speak more or less than truth, they
    are villains, and the sons of darkness.

Prince Henry    Speak, sirs, how was it?

Gadshill    We four set upon some dozen-

Falstaff    Sixteen at least, my lord.

Gadshill    And bound them.

Peto    No, no, they were not bound.

Falstaff    You rogue, they were bound, every man of them, or I am a
    Jew else - an Ebrew Jew.

Gadshill    As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon
    us-

Falstaff    And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.

Prince Henry    What, fought you with them all?

Falstaff    All? I know not what you call all, but if I fought not
    with fifty of them I am a bunch of radish. If there were
    not two- or three-and-fifty upon poor old Jack, then am I
    no two-legged creature.

Prince Henry    Pray God you have not murdered some of them.

Falstaff    Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two of them.
    Two I am sure I have paid - two rogues in buckram suits. I
    tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my
    face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward - here I
    lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let
    drive at me.

Prince Henry    What, four? Thou said'st but two even now.

Falstaff    Four, Hal, I told thee four.

Poins    Ay, ay, he said four.

Falstaff    These four came all affront, and mainly thrust at me. I
    made me no more ado, but took all their seven points in my
    target, thus.

Prince Henry    Seven? Why, there were but four even now.

Falstaff    In buckram?

Poins    Ay, four, in buckram suits.

Falstaff    Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.

Prince Henry    [Aside to POINS.] Prithee let him alone, we shall have
    more anon.

Falstaff    Dost thou hear me, Hal?

Prince Henry    Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.

Falstaff    Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine in
    buckram that I told thee of-

Prince Henry    [Aside to POINS.] So, two more already.

Falstaff    Their points being broken-

Poins    Down fell their hose.

Falstaff    Began to give me ground; but I followed me close, came in
    foot and hand, and, with a thought, seven of the eleven I
    paid.

Prince Henry    [Aside to POINS.] O monstrous! Eleven buckram men grown
    out of two!

Falstaff    But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten knaves
    in Kendal green came at my back and let drive at me; for
    it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand.

Prince Henry    These lies are like their father that begets them - gross
    as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou clay-brained
    guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy
    tallow-catch-

Falstaff    What, art thou mad, art thou mad? Is not the truth the
    truth?

Prince Henry    Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green when
    it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand? Come, tell
    us your reason. What sayst thou to this?

Poins    Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

Falstaff    What, upon compulsion? Zounds, and I were at the strappado
    or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on
    compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons
    were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a
    reason upon compulsion, I.

Prince Henry    I'll be no longer guilty of this sin. This sanguine
    coward, this bed-presser, this horse-back-breaker, this
    huge hill of flesh-

Falstaff    'Sblood, you starveling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-
    tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stockfish! - O for breath
    to utter what is like thee! - you tailor's-yard, you
    sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!

Prince Henry    Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again; and when thou
    hast tired thyself in base comparisons, hear me speak but
    this.

Poins    Mark, Jack.

Prince Henry    We two saw you four set on four, and bound them, and were
    masters of their wealth. Mark now how a plain tale shall
    put you down. Then did we two set on you four, and, with a
    word, outfaced you from your prize, and have it, yea, and
    can show it you here in the house. And, Falstaff, you
    carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity,
    and roared for mercy, and still run and roared, as ever I
    heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou to hack thy sword
    as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight! What
    trick, what device, what starting-hole canst thou now find
    out to hide thee from this open and apparent shame?

Poins    Come, let's hear, Jack. What trick hast thou now?

Falstaff    By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why,
    hear you, my masters, was it for me to kill the heir-
    apparent? Should I turn upon the true prince? Why, thou
    knowest I am as valiant as Hercules; but beware instinct.
    The lion will not touch the true prince - instinct is a
    great matter. I was now a coward on instinct. I shall
    think the better of myself, and thee, during my life: I
    for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by
    the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess,
    clap to the doors! Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants,
    lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good
    fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry, shall we
    have a play extempore?

Prince Henry    Content, and the argument shall be thy running away.

Falstaff    Ah, no more of that, Hal, and thou lovest me.

                              Enter HOSTESS.

Hostess    O Jesu, my lord the Prince!

Prince Henry    How now, my lady the hostess, what sayst thou to me?

Hostess    Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at door
    would speak with you. He says he comes from your father.

Prince Henry    Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send
    him back again to my mother.

Falstaff    What manner of man is he?

Hostess    An old man.

Falstaff    What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall I give
    him his answer?

Prince Henry    Prithee do, Jack.

Falstaff    Faith, and I'll send him packing.
                                                [Exit.

Prince Henry    Now, sirs; byrlady, you fought fair. So did you, Peto; so
    did you, Bardolph. You are lions too: you ran away upon
    instinct, you will not touch the true prince; no, fie!

Bardolph    Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

Prince Henry    Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's sword
    so hacked?

Peto    Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would swear
    truth out of England but he would make you believe it was
    done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.

Bardolph    Yea, and to tickle our noses with speargrass to make them
    bleed, and then to beslubber our garments with it and
    swear it was the blood of true men. I did that I did not
    this seven year before - I blushed to hear his monstrous
    devices.

Prince Henry    O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago,
    and wert taken with the manner, and ever since thou hast
    blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side,
    and yet thou rann'st away. What instinct hadst thou for
    it?

Bardolph    My lord, do you see these meteors, do you behold these
    exhalations?

Prince Henry    I do.

Bardolph    What think you they portend?

Prince Henry    Hot livers and cold purses.

Bardolph    Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.

Prince Henry    No, if rightly taken, halter.

                            Re-enter FALSTAFF.

    Here comes lean Jack, here comes barebone. How now, my
    sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since
    thou sawest thine own knee?

Falstaff    My own knee? When I was about thy years, Hal, I was not an
    eagle's talon in the waist; I could have crept into any
    alderman's thumb-ring. A plague of sighing and grief - it
    blows a man up like a bladder. There's villainous news
    abroad. Here was Sir John Bracy from your father: you must
    to the court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
    north, Percy, and he of Wales that gave Amamon the
    bastinado, and made Lucifer cuckold, and swore the devil
    his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook - what a
    plague call you him?

Poins    Owen Glendower.

Falstaff    Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer, and old
    Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas,
    that runs a-horseback up a hill perpendicular-

Prince Henry    He that rides at high speed and with his pistol kills a
    sparrow flying.

Falstaff    You have hit it.

Prince Henry    So did he never the sparrow.

Falstaff    Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not
    run.

Prince Henry    Why, what a rascal art thou then to praise him so for
    running!

Falstaff    A-horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a
    foot.

Prince Henry    Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

Falstaff    I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, and one
    Mordake, and a thousand bluecaps more. Worcester is stolen
    away tonight; thy father's beard is turned white with the
    news. You may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.

Prince Henry    Why then, it is like if there come a hot June and this
    civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads as they buy
    hobnails - by the hundreds.

Falstaff    By the mass, lad, thou sayst true; it is like we shall
    have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal, art not thou
    horrible afeard? Thou being heir apparent, could the world
    pick thee out three such enemies again as that fiend
    Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art
    thou not horribly afraid? Doth not thy blood thrill at it?

Prince Henry    Not a whit, i'faith. I lack some of thy instinct.

Falstaff    Well, thou wilt be horribly chid tomorrow when thou comest
    to thy father. If thou love me, practise an answer.

Prince Henry    Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the
    particulars of my life.

Falstaff    Shall I? Content. This chair shall be my state, this
    dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.

Prince Henry    Thy state is taken for a joint-stool, thy golden sceptre
    for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown for a
    pitiful bald crown.

Falstaff    Well, and the fire of grace be not quite out of thee, now
    shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to make my eyes
    look red, that it may be thought I have wept, for I must
    speak in passion, and I will do it in King Cambyses' vein.

Prince Henry    Well, here is my leg.

Falstaff    And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.

Hostess    O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i'faith.

Falstaff    Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.

Hostess    O the Father, how he holds his countenance!

Falstaff    For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
    For tears do stop the floodgates of her eyes.

Hostess    O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry players
    as ever I see!

Falstaff    Peace, good pint-pot! Peace, good tickle-brain! Harry, I
    do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also
    how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the
    more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the
    more it is wasted the sooner it wears. That thou art my
    son I have partly thy mother's word, partly my own
    opinion, but chiefly a villainous trick of thine eye and a
    foolish hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant me.
    If then thou be son to me, here lies the point: why, being
    son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall the blessed sun
    of heaven prove a micher and eat blackberries? A question
    not to be asked. Shall the son of England prove a thief
    and take purses? A question to be asked. There is a thing,
    Harry, which thou hast often heard of, and it is known to
    many in our land by the name of pitch. This pitch, as
    ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth the
    company thou keepest; for, Harry, now I do not speak to
    thee in drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in
    passion; not in words only, but in woes also. And yet
    there is a virtuous man whom I have often noted in thy
    company, but I know not his name.

Prince Henry    What manner of man, and it like your majesty?

Falstaff    A goodly portly man, i'faith, and a corpulent; of a
    cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage;
    and, as I think, his age some fifty, or byrlady, inclining
    to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is
    Falstaff. If that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth
    me; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the
    tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree,
    then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that
    Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell me now,
    thou naughty varlet, tell me where hast thou been this
    month?

Prince Henry    Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me, and
    I'll play my father.

Falstaff    Depose me? If thou dost it half so gravely, so
    majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by the
    heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.

Prince Henry    Well, here I am set.

Falstaff    And here I stand. Judge, my masters.

Prince Henry    Now, Harry, whence come you?

Falstaff    My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

Prince Henry    The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

Falstaff    'Sblood, my lord, they are false. Nay, I'll tickle ye for
    a young prince, i'faith.

Prince Henry    Swearest thou, ungracious boy? Henceforth ne'er look on
    me. Thou art violently carried away from grace. There is a
    devil haunts thee in the likeness of an old fat man; a tun
    of man is thy companion. Why dost thou converse with that
    trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that
    swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack,
    that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree
    ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that
    grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?
    Wherein is he good but to taste sack and drink it? Wherein
    neat and cleanly but to carve a capon and eat it? Wherein
    cunning but in craft? Wherein crafty but in villainy?
    Wherein villainous but in all things? Wherein worthy but
    in nothing?

Falstaff    I would your grace would take me with you. Whom means your
    grace?

Prince Henry    That villainous abominable misleader of youth, Falstaff,
    that old white-bearded Satan.

Falstaff    My lord, the man I know.

Prince Henry    I know thou dost.

Falstaff    But to say I know more harm in him than in myself were to
    say more than I know. That he is old, the more the pity,
    his white hairs do witness it; but that he is, saving your
    reverence, a whoremaster, that I utterly deny. If sack and
    sugar be a fault, God help the wicked! If to be old and
    merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is
    damned. If to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean
    kine are to be loved. No, my good lord, banish Peto,
    banish Bardolph, banish Poins, but for sweet Jack
    Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant
    Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant being, as he is,
    old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company,
    banish not him thy Harry's company - Banish plump Jack,
    and banish all the world.

Prince Henry    I do, I will.
                                                [A knocking heard.
                              [Exeunt HOSTESS, FRANCIS and BARDOLPH.

                       Re-enter BARDOLPH, running.

Bardolph    O my lord, my lord! The sheriff with a most monstrous
    watch is at the door.

Falstaff    Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to say in
    the behalf of that Falstaff.

                            Re-enter HOSTESS.

Hostess    O Jesu, my lord, my lord!

Prince Henry    Heigh, heigh, the devil rides upon a fiddlestick! What's
    the matter?

Hostess    The sheriff and all the watch are at the door; they are
    come to search the house. Shall I let them in?

Falstaff    Dost thou hear, Hal? Never call a true piece of gold a
    counterfeit: thou art essentially made without seeming so.

Prince Henry    And thou a natural coward without instinct.

Falstaff    I deny your major. If you will deny the sheriff, so; if
    not, let him enter. If I become not a cart as well as
    another man, a plague on my bringing up! I hope I shall as
    soon be strangled with a halter as another.

Prince Henry    Go hide thee behind the arras; the rest walk up above.
    Now, my masters, for a true face and good conscience.

Falstaff    Both which I have had; but their date is out, and
    therefore I'll hide me.
                                 [Exeunt all but the PRINCE and PETO.

Prince Henry    Call in the sheriff.

                      Enter SHERIFF and the CARRIER.

    Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?

Sheriff    First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
    Hath followed certain men unto this house.

Prince Henry    What men?

Sheriff    One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
    A gross fat man.

Carrier                            As fat as butter.

Prince Henry    The man, I do assure you, is not here,
    For I myself at this time have employed him.
    And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
    That I will by tomorrow dinner-time
    Send him to answer thee, or any man,
    For anything he shall be charged withal.
    And so let me entreat you leave the house.

Sheriff    I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
    Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.

Prince Henry    It may be so. If he have robbed these men
    He shall be answerable. And so, farewell.

Sheriff    Good night, my noble lord.

Prince Henry    I think it is good morrow, is it not?

Sheriff    Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.
                                                [Exeunt SHERIFF and CARRIER.

Prince Henry    This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go call him
    forth.

Peto    Falstaff! Fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like
    a horse.

Prince Henry    Hark how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
                                                [He searcheth his pockets
                                                and findeth certain papers.

    What hast thou found?

Peto                            Nothing but papers, my lord.

Prince Henry    Let's see what they be: read them.

Peto    [Reads.]
    "Item,    a capon:                2s.2d.
    Item,    sauce:                          4d.
    Item,    sack, two gallons:    5s.8d.
    Item,    anchovies and sack
            after supper:            2s.6d.
    Item,    bread:                          ob."

Prince Henry    O monstrous! But one halfpennyworth of bread to this
    intolerable deal of sack! What there is else, keep close;
    we'll read it at more advantage. There let him sleep till
    day. I'll to the court in the morning. We must all to the
    wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I'll procure this
    fat rogue a charge of foot, and I know his death will be a
    march of twelve score. The money shall be paid back again
    with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning. And so
    good morrow, Peto.
Peto    Good morrow, good my lord.
                                                [Exeunt.