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  1. Car. Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd.

    Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not

    pack'd. – What, ostler!

  Ost. [within] Anon, anon.

  1. Car. I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in

the

    point. Poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.

  2. Car. Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that is

the

    next way to give poor jades the bots. This house is turned

upside

    down since Robin Ostler died.

  1. Car. Poor fellow never joyed since the price of oats rose.

It

    was the death of him.

  2. Car. I think this be the most villanous house in all London

road

    for fleas. I am stung like a tench.

  1. Car. Like a tench I By the mass, there is ne'er a king

christen

    could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.

  2. Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we

leak in

    your chimney, and your chamber-lye breeds fleas like a loach.

  1. Car. What, ostler! come away and be hang'd! come away!

  2. Car. I have a gammon of bacon and two razes of ginger, to be

    delivered as far as Charing Cross.

  1. Car. God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite

starved.

    What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy

    head? Canst not hear? An 'twere not as good deed as drink to

    break the pate on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be

hang'd!

    Hast no faith in thee?

  Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?

  1. Car. I think it be two o'clock.

  Gads. I prithee lend me this lantern to see my gelding in the

    stable.

  1. Car. Nay, by God, soft! I know a trick worth two of that,

    i' faith.

  Gads. I pray thee lend me thine.

  2. Car. Ay, when? canst tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth he?

Marry,

    I'll see thee hang'd first!

  Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

  2. Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.

    Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen. They will

    along with company, for they have great charge.

  Gads. What, ho! chamberlain!

  Cham. At hand, quoth pickpurse.

  Gads. That's even as fair as- 'at hand, quoth the chamberlain';

for

    thou variest no more from picking of purses than giving

direction

    doth from labouring: thou layest the plot how.

  Cham. Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that I

told

    you yesternight. There's a franklin in the Wild of Kent hath

    brought three hundred marks with him in gold. I heard him

tell it

    to one of his company last night at supper- a kind of

auditor;

    one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They

are

    up already and call for eggs and butter. They will away

    presently.

  Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas' clerks,

I'll

    give thee this neck.

  Cham. No, I'll none of it. I pray thee keep that for the

hangman;

    for I know thou worshippest Saint Nicholas as truly as a man

of

    falsehood may.

  Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? If I hang, I'll

make

    a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old Sir John hangs with

me,

    and thou knowest he is no starveling. Tut! there are other

    Troyans that thou dream'st not of, the which for sport sake

are

    content to do the profession some grace; that would (if

matters

    should be look'd into) for their own credit sake make all

whole.

    I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff sixpenny

    strikers, none of these mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms;

but

    with nobility, and tranquillity, burgomasters and great

oneyers,

    such as can hold in, such as will strike sooner than speak,

and

    speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray; and yet,

    zounds, I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the

    commonwealth, or rather, not pray to her, but prey on her,

for

    they ride up and down on her and make her their boots.

  Cham. What, the commonwealth their boots? Will she hold out

water

    in foul way?

  Gads. She will, she will! Justice hath liquor'd her. We steal

as in

    a castle, cocksure. We have the receipt of fernseed, we walk

    invisible.

  Cham. Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to the

night

    than to fernseed for your walking invisible.

  Gads. Give me thy hand. Thou shalt have a share in our

purchase, as

    I and a true man.

  Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.

  Gads. Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the ostler

    bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell, you muddy

knave.

  Poins. Come, shelter, shelter! I have remov'd Falstaff's horse,

and

    he frets like a gumm'd velvet.

  Prince. Stand close. [They step aside.]

  Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hang'd! Poins!

  Prince. I comes forward I Peace, ye fat-kidney'd rascal! What a

    brawling dost thou keep!

  Fal. Where's Poins, Hal?

  Prince. He is walk'd up to the top of the hill. I'll go seek

him.

                                                  [Steps aside.]

  Fal. I am accurs'd to rob in that thief's company. The rascal

hath

    removed my horse and tied him I know not where. If I travel

but

    four foot by the squire further afoot, I shall break my wind.

    Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I

    scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his

company

    hourly any time this two-and-twenty years, and yet I am

bewitch'd

    with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me

    medicines to make me love him, I'll be hang'd. It could not

be

    else. I have drunk medicines. Poins! Hal! A plague upon you

both!

    Bardolph! Peto! I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An

    'twere not as good a deed as drink to turn true man and to

leave

    these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a

    tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten

miles

    afoot with me, and the stony-hearted villains know it well

    enough. A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to

    another! (They whistle.) Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me

my

    horse, you rogues! give me my horse and be hang'd!

  Prince. [comes forward] Peace, ye fat-guts! Lie down, lay thine

ear

    close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of

    travellers.

  Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?

'Sblood,

    I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again for all the

coin

    in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me