Page 723 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Hark how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets. [510]
He searcheth his pockets and findeth certain papers.
What hast thou found?

PETO
Nothing but papers, my lord.

PRINCE
Let’s see what they be. Read them.

PETO
[reads]

‘Item, A capon .................................................................................. . ii
s. ii d.
Item, Sauce

.............................................................................................. iiii d.
[515]
Item, Sack two gallons ......................................................................v s.
viii d.
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper ........................................... .... ii

s. vi d.
Item, Bread
............................................................................................ ..... ob.’

PRINCE
O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread [520] to this intolerable deal

of sack! What there is else, keep-close; we’ll read it at more advantage.
There let him sleep till day. I’ll to the court in the morning. We must all to the
wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I’ll procure this fat rogue a charge of
foot, and I know his [525] death will be a march of twelve score. The money

shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning,
and so good morrow, Peto.

PETO
Good morrow, good my lord.
Exeunt.