Prince Hal.
You foure shall front them in the narrow Lane:
Ned and I, will walke lower; if they scape from your encounter,
then they light on vs.
Peto.
But how many be of them?
Gadshill.
Some eight or ten.
Falstaffe.
Will they not rob vs?
Prince Hal.
What, a Coward Sir Iohn Paunch?
Falstaffe.
Indeed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your Grandfather; but yet no Coward, Hal.
Prince Hal.
Wee'l leaue that to the proofe.
Traueller.
Come Neighbor: the boy shall leade our Horses
downe the hill: Wee'l walke a-foot a while, and ease our
Legges.