Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No,[2314][2318]
ye fat chuffs; I would your store were here! On, bacons,[2314]
on! What, ye knaves! young men must live. You are[2314][2319]
grandjurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith.[2314]85
[Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt.
Re-enter Prince Henry and Poins.[2320]
Prince. The thieves have bound the true men. Now[2321]
could thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London,
it would be argument for a week, laughter for a
month and a good jest for ever.
Poins. Stand close; I hear them coming.[2322]90
Enter the Thieves again.[2323]
Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then to
horse before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two[2295]
arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no more[2324]
valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.
Prince. Your money!95
Poins. Villains!