_Fal._ I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse, good king's son. _Prince._ Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?[2293] 40 _Fal._ Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent garters![2294] If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I have not ballads made[2295] on you all and sung to filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my[2296] poison: when a jest is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.[2297] _Enter_ GADSHILL, BARDOLPH _and_ PETO _with him_.[2298] _Gads._ Stand. 45 _Fal._ So I do, against my will. _Poins._ O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,[2299] what news?[2299] _Bard._ Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there's[2300] money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going to the 50 king's exchequer. _Fal._ You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.[2301] _Gads._ There's enough to make us all.[2302] _Fal._ To be hanged. _Prince._ Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow[2303] 55 lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape from[2304] your encounter, then they light on us. _Peto._ How many be there of them?[2305] _Gads._ Some eight or ten. _Fal._'Zounds, will they not rob us?[2306] 60 _Prince._ What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? _Fal._ Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;[2307] but yet no coward, Hal. _Prince._ Well, we leave that to the proof.[2308] _Poins._ Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge: 65 when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell,[2309] and stand fast. _Fal._ Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged. _Prince._ Ned, where are our disguises? _Poins._ Here, hard by: stand close. 70 [_Exeunt Prince and Poins._[2310] _Fal._ Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:[2311] every man to his business. _Enter the_ Travellers.[73] _First Trav._ Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our[2312][2313][2314] horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease[2314] our legs.[2314] 75 _Thieves._ Stand![2314][2315] _Travellers._ Jesus bless us![2314][2316] _Fal._ Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:[2314] ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they hate us[2314][2317] youth: down with them; fleece them.[2314] 80 _Travellers._ O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever![2314]