Now, master Sheriff, what is your will with me?

Sher.
First, pardon me, my lord.—A hue and cry
Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.

P. Henry.
What men?

Sher.
One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
A gross fat man.

Car.
As fat as butter.

P. Henry.
The man, I do assure you, is not here,
For I my self at this time have imploy'd him;
And, Sheriff, I engage my word to thee,
That I will, by to morrow dinner time,
Send him to answer thee, or any man,
For any thing he shall be charg'd withal;
And so let me intreat you leave the house.

Sher.
I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.

P. Henry.
It may be so; if he have robb'd these men,
He shall be answerable; and so farewel.

Sher.
Good night, my noble lord.

P. Henry.
I think, it is good morrow, is it not?

Sher.
Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. [Exit.

P. Henry.

This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's; go call him forth.^{3 note}

Peto.

Falstaff—fast asleep, behind the arras, and snorting like a horse.

P. Henry.

Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his Pockets.

P. Henry.

What hast thou found?

Peto.

Nothing but papers, my lord.

P. Henry.

Let's see, what be they? read them.

Peto.
Item, a capon, 2 s. 2 d.
Item, Sawce, 4 d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5 s. 8 d.
Item, Anchoves and sack after supper, 2 s. 6 d.
Item, Bread, a halfpenny.

P. Henry.

O monstrous! but one halfpenny-worth of bread, to this intolerable deal of sack? What there is else, keep close, we'll read it at more advantage; there let him sleep till day. I'll to the Court in the morning: we must all to the wars, and thy place shall

be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a charge of foot, and, ^{4 note}I know, his death will be a march of twelvescore. The mony shall be paid back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in the morning; and so good morrow, Peto.

Peto.

Good morrow, good my lord.