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POINS Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge. When thou
needest him, there thou shalt find him. Farewell, and stand
fast.
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POINS Jack, sirrah, your horse is there behind the hedge. When you need him, that’s where you’ll find him. So long, and be brave.
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FALSTAFF Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
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FALSTAFF I can’t hit him. I’d be hanged.
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PRINCE HENRY
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(aside to POINS
) Ned, where are our disguises?
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PRINCE HENRY
(to POINS, so others cannot hear) Ned, where are our disguises?
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POINS
(aside to PRINCE HENRY) Here, hard by. Stand close.
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POINS
(to PRINCE HENRY) They’re here, close by. Now hide.
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Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS
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PRINCE HENRY and POINS exit.
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FALSTAFF Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I. Every man
to his business.
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FALSTAFF Now, men, here’s to happy endings. Every man to his station.
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Enter the TRAVELERS
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The TRAVELERS enter.
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FIRST TRAVELER Come, neighbor, the boy shall lead our horses down the hill.
70We’ll walk afoot awhile and ease our legs.
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FIRST TRAVELER Come on, friend. The boy will lead our horses down the hill while we walk a bit and stretch our legs.
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THIEVES Stand!
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THIEVES Freeze!
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TRAVELERS Jesus bless us!
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TRAVELERS Jesus bless us!
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FALSTAFF Strike! Down with them! Cut the villains' throats! Ah,
whoreson caterpillars, bacon-fed knaves, they hate us youth.
Down with them! Fleece them!
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FALSTAFF Hit them! Down with them! Cut their throats! Yahhhhh! No-good bloodsuckers! Overfed morons! They hate young people like us. Down with them! Rob them blind!
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TRAVELERS O, we are undone, both we and ours forever!
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TRAVELERS Oh! We’re done for!
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FALSTAFF Hang, you gorbellied knaves! Are you undone? No, you fat
chuffs. I would your store were here. On, bacons, on! What,
you knaves, young men must live. You are grandjurors, are
you? We’ll jure you, faith.
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FALSTAFF Damn it, you potbellied morons, are you finished? No, you fat misers. I wish everything you owned were here. Come on, pigs, come on! What, you idiots! Young men have to survive. You’re
Grand JurorsRefers to the fact that only wealthy men served on grand juries Grand Jurors , aren’t you? Well here’s some justice for you! |
