The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. Уильям Шекспир

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          '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.) Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me

      my

          horse, you rogues! give me my horse and be hang'd!

        Prince. [comes forward] Peace, ye fat-guts! Lie down, lay thine

      ear

          close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of

          travellers.

        Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?

      'Sblood,

          I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again for all the

      coin

          in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me