Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by120
four o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going to[2067]
Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London
with fat purses: I have vizards for you all; you have
horses for yourselves: Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester:
I have bespoke supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we[2068]125
may do it as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff
your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home[2069]
and be hanged.
Fal. Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go[2070]
not, I'll hang you for going.130
Poins. You will, chops?
Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one?
Prince. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.[2071]
Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship
in thee, nor thou earnest not of the blood royal, if[2072]135
thou darest not stand for ten shillings.[2073]
Prince. Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.
Fal. Why, that's well said.
Prince. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.
Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou[2074]140
art king.