ACT III.
3. Scene III. Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's-Head Tavern.
(continued)
FAL.
I would it had been of Horse. Where shall I find one that can steal
well? O, for a fine thief, of the age of two-and-twenty or thereabouts!
I am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels; they
offend none but the virtuous: I laud them, I praise them.
PRINCE.
Bardolph,--
BARD.
My lord?
PRINCE.
Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster,
My brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.--
[Exit Bardolph.]
Go, Pointz, to horse, to horse; for thou and I
Have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner-time.--
[Exit Pointz.]
Meet me to-morrow, Jack, i' the Temple-hall
At two o'clock in th' afternoon:
There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive
Money and order for their furniture.
The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
And either they or we must lower lie.
[Exit.]
FAL.
Rare words! brave world!--Hostess, my breakfast; come:--
O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
[Exit.]
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