PRINCE.
[Coming forward.] Peace! lie down; lay thine ear close to the
ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of travellers.
FAL.
Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll
not bear mine own flesh so far a-foot again for all the coin in thy
father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?
PRINCE.
Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
FAL.
I pr'ythee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's
son.
PRINCE.
Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?
FAL.
Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters! If I be
ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made on you
all, and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison.
When a jest is so forward, and a-foot too, I hate it.
[Enter Gadshill.]
GADS.
Stand!
FAL.
So I do, against my will.
POINTZ.
O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice.
[Comes forward with Bardolph and Peto.]
BARD.
What news?
GADS.
Case ye, case ye; on with your visards: there's money of
the King's coming down the hill; 'tis going to the King's
exchequer.
FAL.
You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the King's tavern.
GADS.
There's enough to make us all.
FAL.
To be hang'd.
Part of my favorite script is on my profile. (It's not Shakespeare though.) :-)