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.

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, 2s. 2d.
Item, Sawce, 4d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchoves and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
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, ^{1 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. [Exeunt.

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