| Sheriff Good night, my noble lord. | |
| PRINCE HENRY I think it is good morrow, is it not? | |
| Sheriff Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock. | |
| [Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier] | |
| PRINCE 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. | |
| PRINCE HENRY Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets. | |
| [He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers] | |
| What hast thou found? | |