Enter GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and PETO with him.
FALSTAFF: So I do, against my will.
POINS: O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. 
Bardolph, what news?
BARDOLPH: Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards:
there's money of the king's coming down the hill;
'tis going to the king's exchequer.
FALSTAFF: You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's 
GADSHILL: There's enough to make us all.
FALSTAFF: To be hanged.
PRINCE HENRY: Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow
lane; Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape 
from your encounter, then they light on us.
PETO: How many be there of them?
GADSHILL: Some eight or ten.
FALSTAFF: 'Zounds, will they not rob us?
PRINCE HENRY: What, a coward, Sir John Paunch? 
FALSTAFF: Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your
grandfather; but yet no coward, Hal.
PRINCE HENRY: Well, we leave that to the proof.
POINS: Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him. 
Farewell, and stand fast.
FALSTAFF: Now cannot I strike him, if I should be
PRINCE HENRY: Ned, where are our dis-
POINS: Here, hard by: stand close.
[Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS.]
FALSTAFF: Now, my masters, happy man be his dole,
say I: every man to his business.
[Enter the Travellers.]
First Traveller: Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our
horses down the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease 
Travellers: Jesus bless us!
FALSTAFF: Strike; down with them; cut the villains'
throats: ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed 
knaves! they hate us youth: down with them;
Travellers: O, we are undone, both we and ours
FALSTAFF: Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye [Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt.]
undone? No, ye fat chuffs; I would your store were
here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men
must live. You are grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye,
Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS.
PRINCE HENRY: The thieves have bound the true men. Now 
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.
[Enter the Thieves again.]
FALSTAFF: Come, my masters, let us share, and then to 
horse before day. An the Prince and Poins be not
two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring:
there's no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-
PRINCE HENRY: Your money!