¶ought him a thou
sand pound.
¶Prin. Sirrha, do I owe you a thou
sand pound?
¶Falst. A thou
sand pound Hall? a million, thy loue is worth a
¶million, thou owe
st me thy loue.
2145Host. Nay my Lord, he cald you iacke, and
saide hee woulde
¶Bar. Indeed
sir Iohn you
said
so.
¶Fal. Yea, if he
said my ring was copper.
2150Prin. I
say tis copper, dare
st thou be as good as thy word now?
¶Falst. Why Hall? Thou knowe
st as thou art but man I dare,
¶but as thou art prince, I feare thee as I feare the roaring of the
2155Prin. And why not as the Lyon?
¶Fal. The king him
selfe is to be feared as the Lion, doe
st thou
¶thinke ile feare thee as I feare thy father? nay and I doo,
I pray
¶Prin. O, if it
should, howe woulde thy guts fall about thy
2160knees? but
sirrha, theres no roome for faith, trueth, nor hone-
¶stie, in this bo
some of thine. It is all fild vp with guttes, and mid-
¶riffe. Charge an hone
st woman with picking thy pocket, why
¶thou hore
son impudent imbo
st ra
scall, if there were anie thing
¶in thy pocket but tauerne reckonings, memorandums of baudie
2165hou
ses, and one poore peniworth of
sugar-candie to make thee
¶long winded, if thy pocket were inricht with any other iniuries
¶but the
se; I am a villain, and yet you will
stand to it, you will not
¶pocket vp wrong, art thou not a
shamed?
¶Fal. Doe
st thou heare Hall, thou knowe
st in the
state of inno-
¶cencie Adam fell, & what
should poore iacke Fal
stalfe do in the
¶daies of villanie? thou
see
st I haue more fle
sh then another man,
¶& therfore more frailty. You confe
sse then you pickt my pocket.
¶Prin. It appeares
so by the
storie.
¶Fal. Ho
ste
sse, I forgiue thee, go make ready breakfa
st, loue thy
¶hu
sband, looke to thy
seruaunts, cheri
sh thy ghe
sse, thou
shalt
2180find me tractable to any hone
st rea
son, thou
see
st I am pacified
¶still, nay preethe be gone.
Exit Hostesse_
¶Now Hal, to the newes at court for the robbery lad, how is that