Page 694 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Some eight or ten.

FALSTAFF
Zounds, will they not rob us?

PRINCE
What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?

FALSTAFF
Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather, but yet no coward, Hal.
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PRINCE
Well, we leave that to the proof.

POINS
Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge. When thou need’st him, there

thou shalt find him. Farewell and stand fast.

FALSTAFF
Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged. [70]

PRINCE
[aside to Poins]
Ned, where are our disguises?

POINS
[aside to Prince]

Here, hard by. Stand close.
[Exeunt Prince and Poins.]

FALSTAFF
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I. Every man to his business.

Enter the Travellers.

TRAVELLER