are to the town bull. Shall we steal upon them, 172
Ned, at supper?
Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll
follow you.
Prince. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph; no 176
word to your master that I am yet come to
town: there's for your silence. [Gives money.]
Bard. I have no tongue, sir.
Page. And for mine, sir, I will govern it. 180
Prince. Fare ye well; go. [Exeunt Bardolph
and Page.] This Doll Tearsheet should be some
road.
Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way
between Saint Albans and London. 185
Prince. How might we see Falstaff bestow
himself to-night in his true colours, and not
ourselves be seen?
Poins. Put on two leathern jerkins and
aprons, and wait upon him at his table as
drawers. 191
Prince. From a god to a bull! a heavy
descension! it was Jove's case. From a prince
to a prentice! a low transformation! that shall
be mine; for in every thing the purpose must
weigh with the folly. Follow me, Ned. Exeunt.
Scene Three
[Warkworth. Before Northumberland's Castle]
Enter Northumberland, his wife, and the wife to Harry Percy.
North. I pray thee, loving wife, and gentle daughter,
186 bestow: behave
192, 193 Cf. n.
