_Prince._ Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread of[2291] 30 travellers.
_Fal._ Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot[2292] again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus? 35
_Prince._ Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
_Fal._ I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's son.
_Prince._ Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?[2293] 40
_Fal._ Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters![2294] If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made[2295] on you all and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my[2296] poison: when a jest is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.[2297]
_Enter_ GADSHILL, BARDOLPH _and_ PETO _with him_.[2298]
_Poins._ O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,[2299] what news?[2299]
_Bard._ Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there's[2300] money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going to the 50 king's exchequer.
_Fal._ You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.[2301]
_Gads._ There's enough to make us all.[2302]
_Prince._ Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow[2303] 55 lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape from[2304] your encounter, then they light on us.
_Fal._'Zounds, will they not rob us?[2306] 60
_Prince._ What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?
_Fal._ Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;[2307] but yet no coward, Hal.
_Prince._ Well, we leave that to the proof.[2308]
_Poins._ Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: 65 when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell,[2309] and stand fast.
_Fal._ Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
_Fal._ Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:[2311] every man to his business.
_First Trav._ Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our[2312][2313][2314] horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease[2314] our legs.[2314] 75
_Travellers._ Jesus bless us![2314][2316]
_Fal._ Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:[2314] ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us[2314][2317] youth: down with them; fleece them.[2314] 80