Dol. What says your grace?
Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.
[Knocking within.[3798]
Host. Who knocks so loud at door? Look to the330
door there, Francis.
Enter Peto.[3799]
Prince. Peto, how now! what news?[3800]
Peto. The king your father is at Westminster;
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts
Come from the north: and, as I came along,335
I met and overtook a dozen captains,
Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
And asking every one for Sir John Falstaff.
Prince. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,[3801]
So idly to profane the precious time;340
When tempest of commotion, like the south[3802]
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt,
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.
[Exeunt Prince Henry, Poins, Peto, and Bardolph.[3803]
Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and345
we must hence, and leave it unpicked. [Knocking within.][3804]
More knocking at the door!