Wor. True; who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. As what I think might be, but what I know Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well. North. Before the game's a foot, thou still let'st slip. Hot. Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot: And then the powers of Scotland, and of York, - Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. him. Wor. Cousin, farewell: - No further go in this, Than I by letters shall direct your course. North. Farewell, good brother: We shall thriye, I trust. Hot. Uncle, adieu:-O, let the hours be short, Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport! [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Rochester. An Inn Yard. Enter a Carrier, with a lantern in his hand. 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not pack'd. What, ostler! Ost. [Within.] Anon, anon, 1 Car. I pry'thee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.. Enter another Carrier. 2 Car, Pease and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots this house is turn'd upside down, since Robin ostler died, 1 Car. Poor fellow! never joy'd since the price of oats rose it was the death of him, 2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench, 1 Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is ne'er a King in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock. 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach, 1 Car. What, ostler! hang'd come away. come away, and be 2 Car, I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to he delivered as far as Charing cross. 1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite starved. - What, ostler! - A plague on thee! hast thou never au eye in thy head? canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hang'd: Hast no faith in thee? Enter GADSHILL. Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock. Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the stable, 1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i'faith. Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thine. 2 Car. Ay, when, canst tell? - Lend me thy Lantern, quoth a? —marry, I'll see thee hang'd first, Gads. Sirral carrier, what time do you mean to come to London? 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with com→ pany, for they have great charge. [Exeunt Carriers. Gads. What, ho! chamberíain! Cham. [Within.] At band, quoth pick-purse. Gads. That's even as fair asat hand, quoth the chamberlain: for thou variest no more' from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.` Enter Chamberlain. It Cham. Good morrow, Master Gadshill. holds current, that I told you yesternight: There's a franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter: They will away presently. Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck. Cham. No, I'll none of it: I pr'ythee, keep that for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship'st saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may. Gads. What talk'st thou to me of the hangman? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou know'st, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou dream'st not of, the which, for sport sake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be look'd into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. I am join'd with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers; none of these mad, mustachio, purple-hued malt-worms: but with nobility, and tranquillity; burgomasters, and great oneyers; such as can hold in such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray: Aud yet I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots. Cham. What, the common-wealth their boots? will she hold out water in foul way? Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquor'd her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. Cham. Nay, by my faith; I think, you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible. Gads. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our purchase, as Iam a true man. Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief. Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to all men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. SCENE II. The Road by Gadshill. [Exeunt. Enter Prince HENRY, and POINS; BARDOLPH and PETO, at some distance. Poins. Come, shelter, shelter; I have remov'd Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gumm'd velvet. P. Hen. Stand close. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hang'd! Poins! P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidney'd rascal; What a brawling dost thou keep? |