As fat as Butter
Prince. The man, I doe assure you, is not heere,
For I my selfe at this time haue imploy'd him:
And Sherife, I will engage my word to thee,
That I will by to morrow Dinner time,
Send him to answere thee, or any man,
For any thing he shall be charg'd withall:
And so let me entreat you, leaue the house
She. I will, my Lord: there are two Gentlemen
Haue in this Robberie lost three hundred Markes
Prince. It may be so: if he haue robb'd these men,
He shall be answerable: and so farewell
She. Good Night, my Noble Lord
Prince. I thinke it is good Morrow, is it not?
She. Indeede, my Lord, I thinke it be two a Clocke.
Enter.
Prince. This oyly Rascall is knowne as well as Poules:
goe call him forth
Peto. Falstaffe? fast asleepe behinde the Arras, and
snorting like a Horse
Prince. Harke, how hard he fetches breath: search his
Pockets.
He searcheth his Pockets, and findeth certaine Papers.
Prince. What hast thou found?
Peto. Nothing but Papers, my Lord
Prince. Let's see, what be they? reade them
Peto. Item, a Capon.
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