_Gads._ She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. _Cham._ Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding[2269] to the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.[2270] 85 _Gads._ Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our purchase, as I am a true man.[2271] _Cham._ Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief. _Gads._ Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. 90 Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,[2272] you muddy knave. [_Exeunt._[2273] SCENE II. _The highway, near Gadshill._ _Enter_ PRINCE HENRY _and_ POINS.[2274] _Poins._ Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet. _Prince._ Stand close. _Enter_ FALSTAFF.[2275] _Fal._ Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! _Prince._ Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling[2276] 5 dost thou keep! _Fal._ Where's Poins, Hal?[2277] _Prince._ He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him.[2278] _Fal._ I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the[2279] 10 rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know not[2280] where. If I travel but four foot by the squier further afoot,[2281] 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[2282] 15 twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the rogue's[2282][2283] company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; I have drunk medicines. Poins! Hal! a plague upon you[2284] both! Bardolph! Peto! I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further.[2285] 20 An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to turn true[2286] man and to leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that[2287] 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[2288] 25 when thieves cannot be true one to another! [_They whistle._][2289] Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you[2290] rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged! _Prince._ Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread of[2291] 30 travellers. _Fal._ Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot[2292] again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me thus? 35 _Prince._ Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.