Page 695 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Come, neighbour. The boy shall lead our [75] horses down the hill; we’ll walk
afoot awhile and ease our legs.

THIEVES
Stand!

TRAVELLERS
Jesus bless us!

FALSTAFF
Strike! down with them! cut the villains’ [80] throats! Ah, whoreson
caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us youth. Down with them! fleece

them!

TRAVELLER
O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!

FALSTAFF
Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs; I would your
store were here! On, bacons, [85] on! What, ye knaves! young men must

live. You are grandjurors, are ye! We’ll jure ye, faith!
Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt.

Enter the Prince and Poins [in buckram suits].

PRINCE
The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou and I rob the thieves
and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a

month, [90] and a good jest for ever.

POINS

Stand close! I hear them coming.
[They stand aside.]

Enter the Thieves again.

FALSTAFF