Prince. Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow[2303]55
lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape from[2304]
your encounter, then they light on us.
Peto. How many be there of them?[2305]
Gads. Some eight or ten.
Fal.'Zounds, will they not rob us?[2306]60
Prince. What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?
Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;[2307]
but yet no coward, Hal.
Prince. Well, we leave that to the proof.[2308]
Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:65
when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell,[2309]
and stand fast.
Fal. Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
Prince. Ned, where are our disguises?