PETO.
Nothing but papers, my lord.
PRINCE.
Let’s see what they be. Read them.
PETO.
[reads]
Item, a capon, . . . . . . . . . . . 2s. 2d.
Item, sauce, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4d.
Item, sack, two gallons, . . . 5s. 8d.
Item, anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, bread, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ob.
PRINCE.
O monstrous! But one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else, keep close. We’ll read it at more advantage. There let him sleep till day. I’ll to the court in the morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place shall be honourable. I’ll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot, and I know his death will be a march of twelve score. The money shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.
PETO.
Good morrow, good my lord.
[Exeunt.]
ACT III
SCENE I. Bangor. A Room in the Archdeacon’s House.
Enter Hotspur, Worcester, Mortimer and Glendower.
MORTIMER.
These promises are fair, the parties sure,
And our induction full of prosperous hope.