may move and what he hears may be believed, Prince. Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All- [Exit Falstaff. Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I can- 170 not manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill shall rob those men that we have already waylaid; yourself and I will not be there; and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head off from my shoulders. Prince. How shall we part with them in setting forth? Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves; which 180 they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them. Prince. Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see; I'll tie them in the wood; our vizards we will change after we leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram for the nonce, to inmask our noted outward garments. Prince. Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us. Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be astrue-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for 190 the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, Prince. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things Poins. Farewell, my lord. Prince. I know you all, and will a while uphold Who doth permit the base contagious clouds 200 [Exit. 210 But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, So, when this loose behaviour I throw off 220 I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time when men think least I will. [Exit. Scene III. London. The palace. Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, with others. King. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, And you have found me; for accordingly And that same greatness too which our own hands North. My lord, King. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye: O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, The moody frontier of a servant brow. ΙΟ You have good leave to leave us: when we need 20 You were about to speak. [Exit Wor. [To North. North. Yea, my good lord. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Either envy, therefore, or misprision Is guilty of this fault and not my son. Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners. 30 But I remember, when the fight was done, He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, 40 And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, With many holiday and lady terms He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad 50 To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, Of guns and drums and wounds,-God save the mark! And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd Betwixt my love and your high majesty. Blunt. The circumstance consider'd, good my lord, King. Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners, But with proviso and exception, That we at our own charge shall ransom straight 60 70 80 Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower, |