I am accursed to rob in that thief’s company
I am accursed to rob in that thief’s company.
The rascal hath removed my horse and tied him I
know not where. If I travel but four foot by the
square further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I
doubt not but to die a fair death for all this, if I
’scape hanging for killing that rogue.
A plague upon it when thieves
cannot be true one to another!
I have forsworn
his company hourly any time this two-and-twenty
years, and yet I am bewitched with the
rogue’s company. If the rascal have not given me
medicines to make me love him, I’ll be hanged. It
could not be else: I have drunk medicines.—Poins!
Hal! A plague upon you both.—Bardolph! Peto!—
I’ll starve ere I’ll rob a foot further. An ’twere not as
good a deed as drink to turn true man and to leave
these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that ever
chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground
is threescore and ten miles afoot with me, and the
stony-hearted villains know it well enough. A plague
upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
(They whistle, within.)
Whew! A plague upon you all!
Enter the Prince, Poins, Peto, and Bardolph.
Give me my horse, you rogues. Give me my horse
and be hanged!
Peace, you fat guts! Lie down, lay thine ear
close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the
tread of travelers.