Poins. Here, hard by: stand close.70
[Exeunt Prince and Poins.[2310]
Fal. Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:[2311]
every man to his business.
Enter the Travellers.[73]
First Trav. Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our[2312][2313][2314]
horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease[2314]
our legs.[2314]75
Travellers. Jesus bless us![2314][2316]
Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:[2314]
ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us[2314][2317]
youth: down with them; fleece them.[2314]80
Travellers. O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever![2314]