12131128worde outfac't you from your prize, & haue it, yea & can shew

12141129it you here in the house: and Falstalffe you carried your guts a-

12151130way as nimbly, with as quicke dexteritie, & roard for mercy, and

12161131stil run and roard, as euer I heard bul-calf. What a slaue art thou

12181132to hacke thy sworde as thou hast done? and then say it was in

12191133fight. What tricke? what deuice? what starting hole canst thou

12201134now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparant shame?

12221135Po. Come, lets heare iacke, what tricke hast thou now?

12241136Falst. By the Lord, I knew ye as wel as he that made ye. Why

12251137heare you my maisters, was it for me to kill the heire apparant?

12261138should I turne vpon the true prince? why thou knowest I am as

12271139valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct, the lion will not touch

12281140the true prince, instinct is a great matter. I was now a cowarde

12291141on instinct, I shall thinke the better of my selfe, and thee during

12301142my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince: but by

12311143the Lord, lads, I am glad you haue the money, Hostesse clap to

12321144the doores, watch to night, pray to morrowe, gallants, lads,

12331145boyes, hearts of golde, all the titles of good fellowship come

12341146to you. What shall wee bee merrie, shall wee haue a play ex-

12351147tempore?

12361148Prin. Content, and the argument shall bee thy running away.

12381149Falst. A, no more of that Hal and thou louest me. Enter hostesse

12401150Ho. O Iesu, my Lord the prince!

12411151Prin. How now my lady the hostesse, what saist thou to me?

12431152Ho. Marry my Lo. there is a noble man of the court at doore

12441153would speake with you: he saies he commes from your father.

12461154Prin. Giue him as much as will make him a royall man, and

12471155send him backe againe to my mother.

12481156Fal. What maner of man is he?

12491157Host. An olde man.

12501158Falst. What doth grauitie out of his bed at midnight? Shall I

12511159giue him his answere?

12521160Prin. Preethe do iacke.

Fa. Faith and ile send him packing.

12541162Prin. Now sirs, birlady you fought faire, so did you Peto, so

12551163did you Bardol, you are lions, to you ran away vpon instinct, you

12561164will not touch the true prince, no fie.

12581165Bar. Faith I ran when I saw others runne.

E Prin.