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Fal. 'Zounds! will they not rob us?

Prince. What! a coward, Sir John Paunch?

Fal. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your

grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal.

Prince. Well, we leave that to the proof.

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind

the hedge: when thou needst him there thou

shalt find him. Farewell, 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.

Fal. Now my masters, happy man be his

dole, say I: every man to his business.

First Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall

lead our horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot

awhile, and ease our legs.

Thieves. Stand!

Travellers. Jesu bless us!

Fal. Strike; down with them; cut the vil-

lains' throats: ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-

fed knaves! they hate us youth: down with

them; fleece them.

Travellers. O! we are undone, both we and

ours for ever.

Fal. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye un-

done? No, ye fat chuffs; I would your store

were here! On, bacons, on! What! ye knaves,

 75 proof: test

84 happy man be his dole: happiness be his portion, or, luck be with us

92 whoreson: miserable

97 gorbellied: fat-paunched

98 chuffs: misers

99 bacons: rustics 