It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
He shall be answerable; and so, farewell.
Good night, my noble lord.
I think it is good morrow, is it not?
Indeed, my lord, I think't be two o'clock.
[Exit Sheriff and Carrier.]
This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go, call him forth.
Falstaff! — fast asleep behind the arras, and snorting like a
Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
What hast thou found?
Nothing but papers, my lord.
Let's see what they be: read them.
Item, A capon, . . . . . . . . . 2s. 2d.
Item, Sauce, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4d.
Item, Sack two gallons ,. . . 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, Bread, . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ob.
O monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable
deal of sack! What there is else, keep close; we'll read it at more
advantage: there let him sleep till day.
I'll to the Court in the morning. We must all to the wars, and thy
place shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of
foot; and I know his death will be a march of twelve-score. The money
shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the
morning; and so, good morrow, Pointz.
Good morrow, good my lord.