2120Falst. There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune;

2121nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for

2122Wooman-hood, Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife

2123of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go.

2124Host. Say, what thing? what thing?

2125Falst. What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on.

2126Host. I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou

2127shouldst know it: I am an honest mans wife: and setting

2128thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so.

2129Falst. Setting thy woman-hood aside, thou art a beast

2130to say otherwise.

2131Host. Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?

2132Fal. What beast? Why an Otter.

2133Prin. An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter?

2134Fal. Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes

2135not where to haue her.

2136Host. Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie

2137man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou.

2138Prince. Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee

2139most grossely.

2140Host. So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other

2141day, You ought him a thousand pound.

2142Prince. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?

2143Falst. A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is

2144worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue.

2145Host. Nay my Lord, he call'd you Iacke, and said hee

2146would cudgell you.

2147Fal. Did I, Bardolph?

2148Bar. Indeed Sir Iohn, you said so.

2149Fal. Yea, if he said my Ring was Copper.

2150Prince. I say 'tis Copper. Dar'st thou bee as good as

2151thy word now?

2152Fal. Why Hal? thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I

2153dare: but, as thou art a Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the

2154roaring of the Lyons Whelpe.

2155Prince. And why not as the Lyon?

2156Fal. The King himselfe is to bee feared as the Lyon:

2157Do'st thou thinke Ile feare thee, as I feare thy Father? nay

2158if I do, let my Girdle breake.

2159Prin. O, if it should. how would thy guttes fall about

2160thy knees. But sirra: There's no roome for Faith, Truth,

2161nor Honesty, in this bosome of thine: it is all fill'd vppe

2162with Guttes and Midriffe. Charge an honest Woman

2163with picking thy pocket? Why thou horson impudent

2164imbost Rascall, if there were any thing in thy Pocket but

2165Tauerne Recknings, Memorandums of Bawdie-houses,

2166and one poore peny-worth of Sugar-candie to make thee

2167long-winded: if thy pocket were enrich'd with anie o-

2168ther iniuries but these, I am a Villaine: And yet you will

2169stand to it, you will not Pocket vp wrong. Art thou not

2170asham'd?

2171Fal. Do'st thou heare Hal? Thou know'st in the state

2172of Innocency, Adam fell: and what should poore Iacke

2173Falstaffe do, in the dayes of Villany? Thou seest, I haue

2174more flesh then another man, and therefore more frailty.

2175You confesse then you pickt my Pocket?

2176Prin. It appeares so by the Story.

2177Fal. Hostesse, I forgiue thee:

2178Go make ready Breakfast, loue thy Husband,

2179Looke to thy Seruants, and cherish thy Guests:

2180Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason:

2181Thou seest, I am pacified still.

2182Nay, I prethee be gone.

2184Now Hal, to the newes at Court for the Robbery, Lad?

2185How is that answered?

2186Prin. O my sweet Beefe:

2187I must still be good Angell to thee.

2188The Monie is paid backe againe.

2189Fal. O, I do not like that paying backe, 'tis a double

2190Labour.

2191Prin. I am good Friends with my Father, and may do

2192any thing.

2193Fal. Rob me the Exchequer the first thing thou do'st,

2194and do it with vnwash'd hands too.

2195Bard. Do my Lord.

2196Prin. I haue procured thee Iacke, a Charge of Foot.

2197Fal. I would it had beene of Horse. Where shal I finde

2198one that can steale well? O, for a fine theefe of two and

2199twentie, or thereabout: I am heynously vnprouided. Wel

2200God be thanked for these Rebels, they offend none but

2201the Vertuous. I laud them, I praise them.

2202Prin. Bardolph.

2203Bar. My Lord.

2204Prin. Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster

2205To my Brother Iohn. This to my Lord of Westmerland,

2206Go Peto, to horse: for thou, and I,

2207Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time.

2208Iacke, meet me to morrow in the Temple Hall

2209At two a clocke in the afternoone,

2210There shalt thou know thy Charge, and there receiue

2211Money and Order for their Furniture.

2212The Land is burning, Percie stands on hye,

2213And either they, or we must lower lye.

2214Fal. Rare words! braue world.

2215Hostesse, my breakfast, come:

2216Oh, I could wish this Tauerne were my drumme.

2221Hot. Well said, my Noble Scot, if speaking truth

2222In this fine Age, were not thought flatterie,

2223Such attribution should the Dowglas haue,

2224As not a Souldiour of this seasons stampe,

2225Should go so generall currant through the world.

2226By heauen I cannot flatter: I defie

2227The Tongues of Soothers. But a Brauer place

2228In my hearts loue, hath no man then your Selfe.

2229Nay, taske me to my word: approue me Lord.

2230Dow. Thou art the King of Honor:

2231No man so potent breathes vpon the ground,

2232But I will Beard him.

2234Hot. Do so, and 'tis well. What Letters hast there?

2235I can but thanke you.

2236Mess. These Letters come from your Father.

2237Hot. Letters from him?

2238Why comes he not himselfe?

2239Mes. He cannot come, my Lord,

2240He is greeuous sicke.

2241Hot. How? haz he the leysure to be sicke now,

2242In such a iustling time? Who leades his power?

2243Vnder whose Gonernment come they along?