Hot. I have done, i'faith. Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners. [To Hot-fpur. Deliver them without their ranfom ftraight, And make the Dowglas' Son your only mean For Pow`rs in Scotland; which, for divers reasons Which I fhall fend you written, be affur'd, Will eafily be granted.-You, my lord, [To North. Your Son in Scotland being thus employ'd, Shall fecretly into the bofom creep Of that fame noble Prelate, well belov'd, Hot. York, is't not? Wor. True, who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop. As what, I think, might be; but what, I know, And only ftays but to behold the face Of that occafion, that fhall bring it on. : Hot. I fmell it on my life, it will do well. North. Before the game's a-foot, thou ftill lett'ft flip. Hot. It cannot chufe but be a noble Plot; And then the power of Sotland, and of York To join with Mortimer; ha! Wor. So they fhall. Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd. Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him. Than I by letters fhall direct your course; When When time is ripe, which will be suddenly, To bear our fortunes in our own ftrong arms, ACT II. SCENE I.. An Inn at Rochester. Enter a Carrier with a Lanthorn in his Hand. I CARRIER. EIGH ho! an't be not four by the day, I'll be Hhang'd. Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horfe not packt. What, oftler? Oft. [within.] Anon, anon. 1 Car. I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cutt's faddle, put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers, out of all cefs. 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, fince Robin Oftler dy'd. 1 Car. Poor fellow never joy'd fince the price of oats rofe, it was the death of him. 2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am ftung like a Tench. 1 Car. Like a Tench? by th' Mafs, there's ne'er a King in Christendom could be better bit than I have been fince the firft cock. 2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jourdan, and then we leak in your chimney: 'and your chamber-lie breds fleas like a Loach. 1 Car. What, oftler, come away, and be hang'd, come away. 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger to be deliver'd as far as Charing.cross. I Car. 'Odfbody, the Turkies in my panniers are quite ftarv'd. What, oftler? a plague on thee! haft thou never an eye in thy head? canft 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, haft no faith in thee? Enter Gads-hill. Gads. Good-morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? Car. I think, it be two o'clock. Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thy lanthorn, to fee my gelding in the ftable. 1 Car. Nay, foft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i'faith. Gads. I pr'ythee, lend me thine. 2 Car. Ay, when? canft tell? lend me thy lanthorn, quoth a! marry, I'll fee thee hang'd firft. Gads. Sirrah, 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 Mugges, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with Company, for they have great Charge. [Exeunt Carriers.. Enter Chamberlain. Gads. WCham. At hand, quoth pick-purse. HAT, ho, chamberlain ! Gads. Gads. That's ev'n as fair, as at hand, quoth the chamberlain; for thou varieft no more from picking of purfes, than giving direction doth from labouring. Thou lay'ft the plot how. Cham. Good-morrow, mafter Gads-hill; it holds current, that I told you yefternight. 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 laft night at fupper; 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 * St. 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 worshipp'ft St. Nicholas as truly as a man of falfhood may. Gads. What talk'ft thou to me of 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'ft, he's no ftarveling. Tut, there are other Trojans that thou dream'ft not of, the which, for fport-fake, are content to do the profeffion fome grace; that would, if matters fhould be look'd into, for their own credit fake, make all whole. I am join'd with no footland-rakers, no long-staff-fix-penny-ftrikers, none of those mad Muftachio-purple-hu'd-malt-worms; but with nobility and tranquillity; burgomafters, and great Moneyers; fuch as can hold in, fuch as will ftrike fooner than speak; and speak sooner than think; and think fooner than pray; and yet I lie, for they pray continually unto their Saint the Common-wealth; or rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots. : St. Nicholas' clerks,] St. Nicholas was the Patron Saint of Scholars And Nicholas, or Old Nick, is a cant Name for the Devil. Hence he equivocally calls Robbers, St. Nicholas's Clerks. VOL. V. C Cham. Cham. What, the common-wealth their boots? will fhe hold out water in foul way? Gads. She will, fhe will; juftice hath liquor'd her. We fteal as in a castle, cock-fure; we have the receipt of Fern-feed, we walk invisible. Cham. Nay, I think rather, you are more beholden to the night, than the Fern-feed, for your walking invisible. Gads. Give me thy hand: thou fhalt have a fhare in our purchase, as I am 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 oftler bring my Gelding out of the ftable. Farewel, ye muddy knave. [Exeunt. Changes to the Highway. Enter Prince Henry, Poins, and Peto. C Poins. OME, fhelter, fhelter; I have removed Falstaff's horfe, and he frets like a gumm’d velvet. P. Henry. Stand close. Enter Falftaff. Fal. Poins, Poins, and be hanged, Poins! P. Henry. Peace, ye fat-kidney'd rafcal, what a brawling doft thou keep? Fal. What, Poins! Hal! P. Henry. He is walk'd up to the top of the hill, I'll go feek him. Fal. I am accurft to rob in that thief's company: the rascal hath remov'd my horse, and ty'd him, I know not where. If I travel but four foot by the fquare farther afoot, I fhall break my wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I 'scape |