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| Enter PRINCE HENRY, POINS, BARDOLPH, and PETO
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PRINCE HENRY, POINS, PETO, and BARDOLPH enter. |
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| | POINS |
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Come, shelter, shelter! I have removed Falstaff's horse, and |
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he frets like a gummed velvet. |
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Come on, hide, hide! I stole Falstaff's horse, and he's rubbed the wrong way; he's fraying like cheap velvet. |
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Stand close. |
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Stay hidden. |
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POINS, PETO and BARDOLPH exit. |
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| | FALSTAFF |
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Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins! |
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Poins! Poins, damn you! Poins! |
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Peace, you fat-kidneyed rascal. What a brawling dost thou |
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keep! |
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| PRINCE HENRY |
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Quiet, you fat-bellied jerk! What a racket you're making! |
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| | FALSTAFF |
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Where's Poins, Hal? |
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Where's Poins, Hal? |
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He is walked up to the top of the hill. I'll go seek him. |
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He walked up the hill. I'll go find him. |
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| | FALSTAFF |
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I am accursed to rob in that thief's company. The rascal hath |
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removed my horse and tied him I know not where. If I travel |
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but four foot by the square further afoot, I shall break my |
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wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if |
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I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have forsworn his |
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company hourly any time this two-and-twenty years, and |
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yet I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal |
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hath not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be |
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hanged. It could not be else: I have drunk medicines.— |
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Poins! Hal! A plague upon you both.—Bardolph! Peto!— |
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I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good |
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a deed as drink to turn true man and to leave these rogues, |
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I am the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth. Eight |
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yards of uneven ground is threescore and ten miles afoot |
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with me, and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough. |
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A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another! |
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I got a raw deal, to be out robbing with him. He stole my horse and tied him up someplace. If I have to walk even four feet more, I'll be totally out of breath. Still, I bet I'll die a natural death—if I don't get hanged for killing that jerk, that is. Every hour for the past twenty-two years, I've sworn I'd never talk to him again, but I love his company. He must have slipped me a love potion that makes me adore him. Damn, that must be it: I have drunk love potions. Poins! Hal! Drop dead, the both of you! Bardolph! Peto! I'll die if I have to walk another foot. If turning honest and abandoning these jerks weren't the best things I could possibly do for myself, then I'm the worst scoundrel that ever lived. Eight yards of rough road is like seventy miles to me, and these hard-hearted crooks know it. It stinks when there's no honor among thieves.
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