Falst. I deny your Maior: if you will deny the Sherife, so: if not, let him enter. If I become not a Cart as well as another man, a plague on my bringing vp: I hope I shall as soone be strangled with a Halter, as another Prince. Goe hide thee behinde the Arras, the rest walke vp aboue. Now my Masters, for a true Face and good Conscience Falst. Both which I haue had: but their date is out, and therefore Ile hide me. Enter. Prince. Call in the Sherife. Enter Sherife and the Carrier. Prince. Now Master Sherife, what is your will with mee? She. First pardon me, my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath followed certaine men vnto this house Prince. What men? She. One of them is well knowne, my gracious Lord, a grosse fat man Car. As fat as Butter Prince. The man, I doe assure you, is not heere, For I my selfe at this time haue imploy'd him: And Sherife, I will engage my word to thee, That I will by to morrow Dinner time, Send him to answere thee, or any man, For any thing he shall be charg'd withall: And so let me entreat you, leaue the house She. I will, my Lord: there are two Gentlemen Haue in this Robberie lost three hundred Markes Prince. It may be so: if he haue robb'd these men, He shall be answerable: and so farewell She. Good Night, my Noble Lord Prince. I thinke it is good Morrow, is it not? She. Indeede, my Lord, I thinke it be two a Clocke. Enter. Prince. This oyly Rascall is knowne as well as Poules: goe call him forth Peto. Falstaffe? fast asleepe behinde the Arras, and snorting like a Horse Prince. Harke, how hard he fetches breath: search his Pockets. He searcheth his Pockets, and findeth certaine Papers. Prince. What hast thou found? Peto. Nothing but Papers, my Lord Prince. Let's see, what be they? reade them Peto. Item, a Capon. ii.s.ii.d. Item, Sawce iiii.d. Item, Sacke, two Gallons. v.s.viii.d. Item, Anchoues and Sacke after Supper. ii.s.vi.d. Item, Bread. ob Prince. O monstrous, but one halfe penny-worth of Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke? What there is else, keepe close, wee'le reade it at more aduantage: there let him sleepe till day. Ile to the Court in the Morning: Wee must all to the Warres, and thy place shall be honorable. Ile procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot, and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue-score. The Money shall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage. Be with me betimes in the Morning: and so good morrow Peto Peto. Good morrow, good my Lord. Exeunt. Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. Enter Hotspurre, Worcester, Lord Mortimer, Owen Glendower. Mort. These promises are faire, the parties sure, And our induction full of prosperous hope Hotsp. Lord Mortimer, and Cousin Glendower, Will you sit downe? And Vnckle Worcester; a plague vpon it, I haue forgot the Mappe