10851014Falst. You rogue, heeres lime in this sacke too: there is no-

10861015thing but rogery to be found in villanous man, yet a cowarde is

10871016worse then a cup of sacke with lime in it. A villanous cowarde.

10881017Go thy waies old Iacke, die when thou wilt, if manhood, good

10891018manhood be not forgot vpon the face of the earth, then am I a

10901019shotten herring: there liues not three good men vnhangde in

10911020England, and one of them is fat, and growes old, God helpe the

10921021while, a bad world I say, I would I were a weauer. I could sing

10941022psalmes, or any thing. A plague of all cowards I say still.

10951023Prin. How now Wolsacke, what mutter you?

10961024Falst. A kings sonne, if I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom

10971025with a dagger of lath, and driue all thy subiects afore thee like a

10981026flock of wild geese, ile neuer weare haire on my face more, you

10991027prince of Wales.

11001028Prin. Why you horeson round-man, whats the matter?

11011029Falst. Are not you a cowarde? aunswere mee to that, and

11021030Poines there.

11031031Poin. Zoundes ye fat paunch, and ye call me cowarde by the

11041032Lord ile stab thee.

11051033Falst. I call thee cowarde, ile see thee damnde ere I call thee

11061034coward, but I woulde giue a thousand pound I coulde runne as

11071035fast as thou canst. You are streight enough in the shoulders, you

11081036care not who sees your backe: call you that backing of your

11091037friends, a plague vpon such backing, giue me them that will

11101038face me, giue me a cup of sacke. I am a rogue if I drunke to day.

11121039Prin. O villain, thy lips are scarse wipt since thou drunkst last.

11141040Falst. All is one for that.

11151041A plague of all cowards still say I.

11161042Prin, Whats the matter?

11171043Falst. Whats the matter, there be foure of vs here haue tane a

11181044thousand pound this day morning

11191045Prin. Where is it Iacke, where is it?

11201046Fal. Where is it? taken from vs it is: a hundred vppon poore

11211047foure of vs.

11221048Prin. What, a hundred, man?

11231049Falst. I am a rogue if I were not at halfe sword with a douzen

11241050of them two houres together. I haue scapt by myracle. I am

11251051eight times thrust through the doublet, foure through the hose,