PRINCE.
It may be so. If he have robb’d these men,
He shall be answerable; and so, farewell.
SHERIFF.
Good night, my noble lord.
PRINCE.
I think it is good morrow, is it not?
SHERIFF.
Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o’clock.
[Exit Sheriff with the Carrier.]
PRINCE.
This oily rascal is known as well as Paul’s. Go, call him forth.
PETO.
Falstaff!—Fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a horse.
PRINCE.
Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
[He searcheth his pocket, and findeth certain papers.]
What hast thou found?