hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to a true man. Good morrow, Ned. Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse? what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira and a cold capon's leg? Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs: he will give the devil his due. Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil. Else he had been damned for cozening the devil. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards for you all; you have horses for yourselves: Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home and be hanged. Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not, I'll hang you for going. You will, chops? Hal, wilt thou make one? Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings. Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap. Why, that's well said. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king. I care not. Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone: I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure that he shall go. Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may move and what he hears may be believed, that the true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap. Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer! Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill shall rob those men that we have already waylaid: yourself and I will not be there; and when they