They're not really gone -- Hal can -- he can smell them. Hotspur and his wife, in a room with the king and the prince, undetected -- he must give them up, he must --

The doors are flung open. King Henry, with a fire in his eye that Hal has not seen since before Shrewsbury, marches toward him like a nightmare. "Now, where is he that will not stay so long till his friend sickness hath determined me?"