Prince. Fare you well; go. [Exeunt Bardolph and Page.][3618]
This Doll Tearsheet should be some road.[3619]
Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way between
Saint Alban's and London.155
Prince. How might we see Falstaff bestow himself to-night
in his true colours, and not ourselves be seen?[3620]
Poins. Put on two leathern jerkins and aprons, and[3621]
wait upon him at his table as drawers.[3622]
Prince. From a God to a bull? a heavy descension! it[3623][3624]160
was Jove's case. From a prince to a prentice? a low[3624][3625]
transformation! that shall be mine; for in every thing the[3624]
purpose must weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned.
[Exeunt.
Scene III. Warkworth. Before the castle.
Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, and Lady Percy.[3626]
North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter,[3627]
Give even way unto my rough affairs:[3628]
Put not you on the visage of the times,
And be like them to Percy troublesome.
Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more:[3629]5
Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.