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setting thy knighthood afide, thou art a knave to call
Fal. Setting thy, womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise.
Hoft. Say, what beast, thou knave thou?
why, an Otter,
Fal. Why? The's neither fith nor fefh; a man knows not where to have her.
Hoft. Thou art an unjuft man in faying fo: thou, or any man knows where to have me, thoy kwayo, thou !
P, Henry Thou fay's true, holtess, and he flanders thee moft grossly. av mig
Hoft. So he doth you, my lord, and said this other day, you ow'd him a thousand pound,
P. Henry. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
Fal. A thousand pound, Hal? a million, thy love is worth a million; thounow It me thy love.
Hoft, Nay, my lord, he callid you Jack, and said he would cudgel you.
Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
P. Henry. I say, 'ris copper. Darift thou be as good as thy word now unan-1d7a ofit
Fal. Why, Hall, thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I dare; but as chou art a Prince, I fear thee, as I fear the roaring of the Lion's whelp.
P. Henry. And why not as the Lion?
Fal. The King himself is to be fear'd as the Lion; doft thou think, I'll fear thee, as I fear thy father? nay, if I do, let my Girdle break! P. Henry: O, if it should, how would thy guts fall
: about thy knees ! But, Sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty, in this bofom of rhine; it is all fill'd
with guts and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whorson, impudent, imboss'd rascal, if there were any thing in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, Memorandums of bawdy, houses, and one poor penny-worth of fugar-candy, to
make thee long-winded ; if thy pocker were chrich'd with any other injuries, but thefeptam a villain; and yet you will ftand to it, you will not pookto upwrongs. Art thou not asham'd ? Fara caninud i basd
. Fal. Doft thou hear, Hal? the know'ft,in the state of innocency, Adam fello and what! should spoor Jack Falstaff do, in the days of villany? thou feeltzi I have more Alesh than another man, and thereforomoko frailty. You confess then, you pickt my pocket?
P. Henry. It appears fo by the ftory. Fal: Hostess, I forgive thee: go make ready Break. .
: fast ; love thy husband, look to thy servants, and che
3 rith thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason; thou feeft, I am pacify'd still. Nay, I pr'ythee, be gone.
289 Mid [Exit Hostess. Now, Hal, to the news at Court: for the robbery, lad, how is That apswer:d?
P. Henry. O my sweet beef, I'must still be good an: gel to thee. The mony is paid back again.
Fal. O, I do not like that paying back ; 'tis a double Jabour.
P. Henry. I am good friends with my father, and may do any thing. 0236 PE got zini ci Fal . Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou
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Bard. Do, my lord." dj aan 'lar'ogg ol og blue
P. Henry. I haye procur’d thee, Jack, & Charge of foot.
21903ool to 2303noj 95. Fal. I would, it had been of horrevoWhere'fhall I find one, that can steal well?10, for å fine thiefs of two and twenty, or thereabout; am heinoudly un, provided. Well, God be thank?d for these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous sI' laud them, I praise them.
potra P. Henry. Bardolph, Bard. My lord?
low air baju P. Henry. Go bear this letter to lord John of Lana cafer, to my brother Jobn. This to my lord of West, morland; go, Peto, to horse; for thou and I have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.' Jack, meet me to
morrow in the Temple Hall at two o'clock in the after-
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Visty truth, baoin
Enter a Messenger.
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Mel. He cannot come, my lord, he's grievous fick.
Hot. Heav'ns! how has he the leisure to be fick
Mes. His letters bear his mind, not I his mind.
Mel. He did, my lord, four days 'ere I set forth:
Wor. I would, the state of time had first been whole,
Wor. Your father's sickness is a maim to us:
Hot. A perillous garh, a very limb lopt off:
Dow. Faith, and so we should ;
We now may boldly spend, upon the hope
Hot. A rendezvous, a home to fly unto,
Wor. But yet I would your father had been here:
Dow. As heart can think; there is not such a word
--Enter Sir Richard Vernon.
Ver. Pray God, my news be worth a welcome, lord.