FALSTAFF.
Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye fat chuffs, I would your store were here! On, bacons, 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 Prince Henry 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, and a good jest for ever.
POINS.
Stand close, I hear them coming.
[They retire.]
Enter the Thieves again.
FALSTAFF.
Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two arrant cowards, there’s no equity stirring. There’s no more valour in that Poins than in a wild duck.
[As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them.]
PRINCE.
Your money!