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Fal. 'Zounds! will they not rob us?

Prince. What! a coward, Sir John Paunch?

Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your
grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal. 74

Prince. Well, we leave that to the proof.

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind
the hedge: when thou needst him there thou
shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast.
[Prince and Poins withdraw.]

Fal. Now cannot I strike him if I should be
hanged. 80

Prince. Ned, where are our disguises?

Poins. Here, hard by; stand close.

Fal. Now my masters, happy man be his
dole
, say I: every man to his business. 85

Enter Travellers.

First Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall
lead our horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot
awhile, and ease our legs. 88

Thieves. Stand!

Travellers. Jesu bless us!

Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the vil-
lains' throats: ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-
fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with
them; fleece them.

Travellers. O! we are undone, both we and
ours for ever. 96

Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye un-
done? No, ye fat chuffs; I would your store
were here! On, bacons, on! What! ye knaves,

75 proof: test
84 happy man be his dole: happiness be his portion, or, luck be with us
92 whoreson: miserable
97 gorbellied: fat-paunched
98 chuffs: misers
99 bacons: rustics