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
