_Fal._ Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No,[2314][2318] ye fat chuffs; I would your store were here! On, bacons,[2314] on! What, ye knaves! young men must live. You are[2314][2319] grandjurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith.[2314] 85 [_Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt._ _Re-enter_ PRINCE HENRY _and_ POINS.[2320] _Prince._ The thieves have bound the true men. Now[2321] could thou and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month and a good jest for ever. _Poins._ Stand close; I hear them coming.[2322] 90 _Enter the Thieves again._[2323] _Fal._ Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two[2295] arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's no more[2324] valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck. _Prince._ Your money! 95 _Poins._ Villains! [36.34] [_As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them._[2325] _Prince._ Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse: The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear[2326][2327] So strongly that they dare not meet each other;[2326] Each takes his fellow for an officer.[2326][2328] 100 Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,[2326][2329] And lards the lean earth as he walks along:[2326] Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.[2326] _Poins._ How the rogue roar'd! [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Warkworth Castle._[2330] _Enter_ HOTSPUR _solus, reading a letter_.