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put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is Cham. No, I'll none of it: I prigthee keep that wrung in the withers out of all cess.

for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship'st Enter another Carrier.

saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood inay. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank here as a Gads. What talkest thou to me of the langdog, and that is the next way to give poor jades man? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: the bots: this house is turned upside down, since for, if I hang, old sir John hangs with pic; and, Robin ostler died.

thou knowest, he's no starveliug. Tut! there I Car. Poor fellow! never joyed, since the are other Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the price of oats rose, it was the death of him. which, for sport sake, are content to do the girls

2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous fession some grace; that would, if matters shoulil frusu in all London round for fleas: I am stung be looked into, for their own credit' sake, make like a tench.

all whole. I am joined with no foot land-rakers, I Car. Like a tench? by the mass, there is no long-staff, six-penny strikers; none of these re'or a king in Christendom could be better bit mad, mustachio, purple-hued malt-worms: but than I have been since the first cock.

with nobility, and tranquillity; burgomasters, 2 Cur. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and great oneyers; such as can hold in; such as 2100 then we leak in your chimney; and your will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner chainber-lie breeds fleas like a loach,

than drink, and drink sooner than pray: and yet 1 Car. Wbat, ostler! come away, and be hang- I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the ed, come away.

commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but 2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, Jazes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing- and make her their boots Cross.

Cham. Wbat, the commonwealth their boots ? 1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkeys in my pannier will she hold out water in foul way? are quite starved. What, ostler ! - A plague Gads. She will, she will; justice hath liquored on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy bead ? her. We steal as in a castle, cock-sure; we have canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very Cham. Nay, by my faith; I think you are villain. -Come, and be hanged :-hast no faith more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for in thee?

your walking invisible. Enter Gadshill.

Gads. Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a Gais. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ? share in our purchase, as I am a true man. 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.

Cham. Nay, rather let me have it, as you are Gads. I prythee, lend me thy lantern, to see a false thief. my gelding in the stable.

Gads. Go to; Homo is a common name to ail 1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick men. Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the worth two of that, i'faith.

stable. Farewell, you muddy knave. [ereunt. Gads. I prythee, lend ine thine.

2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ?—Lend me thy Enter Prince Henry and Poins; Bardolph and lantern, quoth-a?-marry, I'll see thee hanged

Peto, at some distance. first.

Poins. Come, shelter, shelter : I have removed Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean Falstaff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet. to come to London ?

P, Hen. Stand close. 2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a can

Enter Fulstaff dle, I warrant thee.-Come, neighbour Mugs, Fal. Poins! Poins, and be hanged ! Poins! we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! Wbat company, for they have great charge.

a brawling dost thou keep?

[ereunt Carriers. Fal. Where's Poins, Hal? Gads. What, ho! chamberlain :

P. Hen. He is walked up to the top of the bill; Cham. [within.] At hand, quoth pick-purse. I'll go seek him. [pretends to seek Poins.

Gads. That's even as fair asmat hand, quoth Fal. I am accursed to rob in that thief's comthe chamberlain : for thou variest no more from pany: the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied picking of purses, than giving direction doth him I know not where. If I travel but four foot from labouring; thou lay'st the plot bow.

by the 'squire further a-foot, I shall break my Enter Chamberlain.

wind. Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It for all this, if I 'scape hanging for killing that bolds current, that I told you yesternight: there's rogue. I have forsvorn his company hourly a franklin in the wild of Kent; bath brought any time this two-and-twenty years, yet I am bethree hundred marks with him in gold: I heard witched with the rogue's company.

If the rascal him tell it to one of his company, last night at have not given me medicines to make me love supper; a kind of auditor; one that hath abund- him, I'll be hanged; it could not be else; I bave ance of charge too, God knows what. They are drunk medicines. -Poins !-Hal!-a plague upon up already, and call for eggs and butter : they you both!- Bardolph !-- Peto !-l'll starve, cro will away presently.

I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as good a Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint deed as drink, to turn true man, and leave these Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

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with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven ground, is throats: Ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacou-feid
threescore and ten miles a-fout with me; and the knaves! they bate us youth : down with them ;
stony-hearted villains know it well enough: a flecce them.
plague upon't, when thieves cannot be true to one I Trav. O, we are undone, both we and ours,
another! (they whistle.? Whew!- A plague upon for ever.

Give me my horse, you rogues; give Ful. Hang ye, gorbellied knaves; are ye un. me my horse, and be hanged.

done? No, ye fat chuffs ; I would, your store P. Hen. Peace, ye fat-guts ! lie down; lay were here! On, bacons, on! What, ye knaves ? thine ear to the ground, and list if thou canst hear young men must live: you are grand jurors, are the tread of travellers.

ye? We'll jure ye, i'faith. Fal. Have ye any levers to lift me up again, (ereunt Fal. &c. driving the Travellers out. being dowo? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh Re-enter Prince Henry and Poins. 80 far a-foot again, for all the coin in thy father's

P. Hen. The thieves have bound the true men: exchequer. Wbat a plague mean ye, to colt me now could thou and I rob the thieves, and go mer. thus ?

rily to London, it would be argument for a week, P. Flen. Thou liest, thou art not colted, thou laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. art uncolted.

Poins. Stand close, I hear them coming
Fal. I prythee, good prince Hal, help me to

Re-enter Thieves. my horse ; good king's son.

Fal. Come, my masters, let us share, and then P. Hen. Out, you rogue! shall I be your ostler? to horse before day. An the Prince and Poins

Fal. Go, hang thyself in thy own heir-apparent be not two arrant cowards, there's no equity stirgarters! If I be ta’en, I'll peach for this. An Iring: there's no more valour in that Poins, than have not ballads made on you all, and sung to in a wild duck. filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when P. Hen. Your money. (rushing out upon

them, a jest is so forward, and a-foot too,—I hate it. Poins. Villains ! Enter Gadshill.

(As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set Gads. Stand.

upon them. Falstaff, after a blow or two, and Fal. So I do, against my will.

the rest, run away, leaving their booty (ehind Poins. O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice.


(horse : Enter Bardolph.

P. Hen. Got with much ease, Now merrily to Bard. What news?

The thieves are scatter'd, and possess'd with fear Gads. Case ye, case ye; on with your visors ; So strongly, that they dare not meet each other; there's money of the king's coming down the hill; Each takes his fellow for an oficer. 'tis going to the king's exchequer.

Away, good Ned.

Falstaff sweats to death, Fal. You lie, you rogue ; 'tis going to the king's And lards the lean earth as he walks along: tavern

Wer't not for laughing, I should pity bim.
Gads. There's enough to make us all.

Poins. How the rogue rvar'd ! (exeunt.
Fal. To be hanged.

SCENE III. WARKWORTII. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE. P. Hen. Sirs, you four shall front them in the Enter Hotspur, reading a letter. narrow lane; Ned Poins, and I, will walk low- -But, for mine own part, my lord, I could be well er; if they 'scape from your encounter, then they contented to be there, in respect of the love I hear your light on us.

house.--He could be contented, Why is he not Pet. How many be there of them ?

then? In respect of the love he bears our house. Ha Gads. Some eight, or ten.

shows, in this he loves his own barn better than le Fal. Zounds! will they not rob us?

loves our house. Let me see some more.. P. Hen. What, a coward, sir John Paunch? pose you undertake is dangerous ;-why, that's cer

Tul. Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your tain; 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink : grandfather: but yet no coward, Hal.

but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, P. Hen. Well, we leave that to the proof. we pluck this flower, safety. The purpose you

Poins. Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind undertake is dangerous ; the friends you have numed, the hedge: when thou needest him, there thou uncertain ; the time itself unsorted; and you)

whole shalt find him. Farewell, and stand fast. plot too light, for the counterpoise of so great an op

Fal. Now cannot I strike hiin, if I should be position.—Say you so, say you so? I say unto hanged.

you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and P. Hen. Ned, where are our disguises ?

What a lack-brain is this ! by the Lord, Poins. Here, hard by; stand close.

our plot is as good a plot as ever was laid ; our

[exit with P. Hen. friends true and constant: ago plot, good friends, Ful. Now, my masters, happy inan be his dole, and full of expectation : an excellent plot, very say I; every man to his business.

good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogus is Enter Travellers.

this! why, my lord of York commends the plot, 1 Trav. Come, neighbour; the boy shall lead and the general course of the action. Zounds, an our horses down the hill: we'll walk a-foot I were now by this rascal, I could brain him with Awhile, and case our legs.

his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my uncle, Thieves. Stand.

myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my lord of York, i Trav. Jesu bless us !

and Owen Glendower? is there not, beside, tho l'al. Strike; down with thein; cut the villains' | Douglas? Have I uut all their letters, to meet me

The pur

you lie.


in arms by the ninth of the next month ? and are , I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir
they not, some of them, set forward already? About his title; and hath sent for you,
What a pagan rascal isthis! an infidel! ha! you shall To line his enterprise : but if you go-
see now in very sincerity of fear and cold heart, Hot. So far a-foot, I shall be weary, love.
will be to the king, and lay open all our proceed- Lady P. Come, come, you paraquito, answer
ings. - 0, I could divide myself, and go to buffets,
for moving such a dish of skimmed milk with so Directly to this question that I ask.
honourable an action! hang him ! let him tell the In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
king: we are prepared : I will set forward to- An if thou wilt uot tell me all things true.

Hot. Away,
Enter Lady Percy.

Away, you trifler !-Love?- I love thee not, How now, Kate? I must leave you within these I care not for thee, Kate : this is no world, two hours.

To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips : Lady P. O, my good lord, why are you thus We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, alone ?

And pass them current too. --Gods me,my horse! For what offence have I, this fortnight, been What say'st thou, Kate? what would's chou A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?

have with me? Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee Lady P. Do you not love me? do you not, inThy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep?

deed? Why dost thou bend thine eyės upon the earth ; Well, do not then; for since you love me not, And start so often, when thou sit'st alone ? I will not love myself. Do you not love me? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy chceks; Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no. And given my treasures, and my rights of thee, Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride? To thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy?

And when I am o'horseback, I will swear In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd, I love thée infinitely. But bark you, Kate And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars : I must not have you henceforth question me Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; Whither I go, nor reason where about: Cry, Courage!—to the field, and thou hast talk'd Whither I must, I must; and to conclude, Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,

This evening must I leave you, gentlo Kate. Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets;

I know you wise; but yet no further wise, Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;

Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are ; Of prisoners' ransome, and of soldiers slain, But yet a woman : and for secrecy, And all the 'currents of a heady fight.

No lady closer; for I well believe, Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Lady P. How! so far? Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream:

Hot. Not an inch farther. But hark you, Kate? And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, Whither I go, thither shall you go too ; Such as we see, when men restrain their breath To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you. Ou some great sudden haste. O, what portents Will this content you, Kate? are these !

Lady P. It must, of force.

[ereunt, Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,

SCENE IV. EASTCHEAP. A ROOM IN THE BOAR'S And I must know it, else he loves me not. Hot. What, ho! is Gilliams with the packet

Enter Prince Henry and Poins. goye?

P. Hen. Ned, pr'ythee, come out of that fat Enter Servant.

room, and lend me thy hand to laugh a little. Serv. He is, my lord, an hour ago.

Poins. Where hast thou been, Hal? Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses_from

P. Hen. With three or four loggerhcads, the sheriff ?

amongst three or four score hogsheads. I have Serv. One horse, my lord, he brought, even sounded the very base string of humility. Sirrah,

I am sworn brother to a leash of drawers; and Hot. What horse ? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not? can call them all by their christian names, asServ. It is, my lord.

Tom, Dick, and Francis. They take it already Hot. That roan shall be my throne.

upon their salvation, that though I be but prince Well, I will back him straight : O esperance !- of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy; and tell Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

me flatly, I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but

(erit Servant. a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy,— by the Lady P. But hear you, my lord.

Lord, so they call me; aud when I am king of Hot. What say'st, my lady?

England, I shall command all the good lads in Lady P. What is it carries you away? Eastcheap. They call-drinking deep, dying Hot. My horse,

scarlet: and when you breathe in your watering, My love, my horse.

they cry-hem!—and bid you play it off.- To Lady P. Out, you mad-headed ape !

conclude, I am so good a proficient in one quartes A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen,

of an hour, that I can drink with any tinker in his As you are toss'd with. In faith,

own language during my life. I tell thee, Ned, I'U Low your business, Harry, that I will. thou hast lost much honour, that thou wer: Dot



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with me in this action. But, sweet Ned, to Poins. [Within. ] Francis ! sweeten which name of Ned, I give thee this P. Hen. Away, you rogue; dost thou not hear pennyworth of sugar, clapped even now in my them call. [here they both call him; the Drawer band by an under-skinker; one that never spake stands amazed, not knowing which way to go. other English in his life, than-Eight shillings

Enter Vintner. and sixpence—and- You are welcome : with this Vint. What! stand'st thou still, and hear'st shrill addition,—Anon, anon, sir ! score a pint of such a calling? look to the guests within. [exit bastard in the Half-moon, or so. But, Ned, to Fran.] My lord, old sir John, with half a dozen drive away the time till Falstaff come, I proy- more, are at the door ; shall I let them in ? thee, do thou stand in some by-room, while I P. Hen. Let them alone awhile, and then open question my puny drawer, to what end he gave the door. [exit Vintner.] Poins! me the sugar; and do tbou never leave calling

Re-enter Poins. Francis, that his tale to me may be nothing

Poins. Anon, anon, sir. but-anon. Step aside, and I'll show thee P. Hen. Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the a precedent.

thieves are at the door ; shall we be merry ? Poins. Francis!

Poins. As merry as crickets, my lad. But P, Hen. Thou art perfect.

hark ye: what cunning match have you made Poins. Francis !

[exit Poins. with this jest of the drawer? come, what's the Enter Francis.

issue? Fran. Anon, anon, sir.-Look down into the P. Hen. I am now of all humours, that have Pomegranate, Ralph.

show'd themselves humours, since the old days of P. Hen. Come hither, Francis.

goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present Fran. My lord.

twelve o'clock at midnight. (Re-enter Francis P. Hen. How long bast thou to serve, Francis ? with wine.) What's o'clock, Francis ?; Fran. Forsooth, five years, and as much as to

Fran. Anon, anon, sir. Poins. (within.] Francis !

P. Hen. That ever this fellow should have Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

fewer words than a parrot, and yet the son of a P. Hen. Five years! by'r lady, a long lease woman!His industry is-up stairs, and down for the clinking of pewter. Bat, Francis, darest stairs; bis eloquence, the parcel of a reckoning. thou be so valiant, as to play the coward with I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the thy indenture, and to show it a fair pair of heels, north; he that kills me some six or seven dozen and run from it?

of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says Fran. O lord, sir! I'll sworn upon all the to his wife,-Fie upon this quiet life! I want books in England, I could find in my heart, work.- O my sweet Harry, says she, how many Poins. ( Within.] Francis!

hast thou killed to-day Give my roan horse a Fran. Anon, anon, sir.

drench, says be; and answers, Some fourteen, an P. Hen. How old art thou, Francis ?

hour after ; a trifle, a trifle. I pr'ythee, call in Fran. Let me see,-about Michaelmas next I Falstaff! I'll play Percy, and that damned brawa shall be

shall play dame Mortimer, his wife. Rivo, siy's Poins. [Within.] Francis !

the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow. Fran. Anon, sir.-Pray you, stay a little, my Enter Falstaff, Gadshill, Bardolph, and Pelo. lord.

Poins. Welcome, Jack. Where hast thou P. Hen. Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the been ? sugar thou gavest me,—'twas a pennysvorth, Fal. A plague of all cowards, I say, and a was't not?

vengeance, too! marry, and amen !-Give me a Fran. O lord, sir! I would, it had been two. cup of sack, boy.--Ere I lead this life long, I'll

P. Hen. I will give thee for it a thousand sew nether-stocks, and mend them, and foot them pound: ask me when thou wilt, and thou shalt too. A plague of all cowards !–Give me a cup have it.

of sack, rogue.- Is there no virtue extant? Poins. [Within.] Francis .

(he drinks. Fran. Anon, anon.

P. Hen. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a disle P. Hen. Anon, Francis? no, Francis : but of butter? pitiful-bearted Titan, that melted at to-morrow, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday; the sweet tale of the son ? if thou didst, then or, indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, bebold that compound. Francis!

Fal. You rogue, bere's lime in this sack too: Fran. My lord ?

there is nothing but roguery to be found in vilP. Hen. Wilt thou rob this leather-jerkin, lainous man: yet a coward is worse than a cup crystal-button, nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stock- of sack with lime in it; a villainous coward.--ing, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish- Go thy ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt, if pouch,

manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean?

the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring. P. Hen. Why then, your brown bastard is There live not three good men unhanged in Enge your, only drink : for, look you, Francis, your land; and one of them is fat and grows old : white canvas doublet will sully: in Barbary, God help the while! a bad world, I say! I. sir, it cannot come to so much.

would I were a weaver ; I could sing psalms or Fran. What, sir ?

any thing: a plague of all cowards, I say ouill!


even now.


inore anon.

Give me

P. IIen Hose now, wool-sack? what mutter | here I lay, and thus I bore my point Four

rogues in buckram let drive at me,Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat the out P. Hen. Wbat, four ? thou said'st but two, of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee, like a fock of wild Fal. Four, Hal ; I told thee four. drese, I'll never wear bair on my face more. Poins. Ay, ay, he said fuur. t'ul prince of Wales !

Fal. These four came all a-front, and mainly F. Hen. Why, you whoreson round man! | thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took what's the matter?

all their seven points in my target, thus. Ful. Are you not a coward ? answer me to P. Hen. Seven? why there were but four, even that; and Poins there?

Poins. Zuunds, yo fat paunch, an ye call me Fal. In buckram. coward, I'll stab thce.

Poins. Ay, four, in buckram suits. Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned Fal. Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain ere I call theo coward: but I would give a else. thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou can'st. P. Hen. Prythee, let him alone; we shall have You are straight enough in the sboulders, you care not who sees your back : call you that back- Fal: Dost thou hear me, Hal ? ing of your friends? A plague upon such back- P. Hen. Ay, and mark thee tou, Jack. ing! give me them that will face me.

Fal. Do so, for it is worth the listening to. a cup of sack :-I am a roguc, if I drunk to-day. | These nine in buckram, that I told thce of,P. Hen. O, villain ! thy lips are scarce wiped

P. Hen. So, two more already. since thou drunk'st last.

Fal. Their points being broken, Fal. All's one for that. A plague of all cow- Poins. Down fell their bose. ards, still say I.

[he drinks.

Fal. Began to give me ground: but I followed P. Hen. What's the matter?

me close, came in foot and hand ; and, with a Fal. What's the matter? there be four of us thought, seven of the eleven. I paid. here have ta'en a thousand pound this morning. P. Hen. O, monstrous ! eieven buckram men

P. Hen. Where is it, Jack? where is it? grown out of two !

Fal. Where is it? taken from us it is: a hun- Fal. But, as the devil would have it, three dsed upon poor four of us.

misbegotten knaves, in Kendal-green, came ar P. Hen. What, a hundred, man ?

my back, and let drive at me :-for it was so Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword dark, Hal, that thou could'st' not see thy hand. with a dozen of them two hours together. I have P. Hen. These lies are like the father that 'scaped by miracle. I am eight times thrust begets them; gross as a mountai.., open, palpablo. through the doublet; four, through the hose; my Why, thou clay-brained guts;—thou knotty-pated buckler cut through and through; my sword fool; thou whoreson, obscene, greasy, tallowhacked like a hand-saw, ecce signum. I never keech, dcalt better since I was a man; all would not Fal. What, art thou mad? art thou mad ? is do.

A plague of all cowards ! -Let them speak : not the truth, the truth ? if they speak more or less than truth, they are P. Hen. Why, how could'st thou know these villains, and the sons of darkness.

men in Kendal-green, when it was so dark thou P. Hen. Speak, sirs; how was it?

could'st not see thy hand ? come, tell us your Gads. We four set upon some dozen,

l'eason; what sayest thou to this? Fal. Sixteen, at least, my lord.

Poins. Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. Gads. And bound them.

Fal. What, upon compulsion ? No; were I at Peto. No, no, they were not bound.

the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a of them; or I am a Jew clse, an Ebrew Jew. reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plenty

Gads. As we were sbaring, some six or seven as blackberries, I would give no man fresh men set upon us,

upon compulsion, I. Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in P. Hen. I'll be no longer guilty of this sin: the other.

this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseP. Hen. What, fought you with them all ? back-breaker, this huge hill of flesh,

Fal. All? I know not what you call, all; but Fal. Away, you starveling, you elf-skin, you if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch dried neat's tongue, bull's-pizzle, you stock-tish, of radish: if there were not two or three and -0, for breath to utter what is like thee!fifty upon poor old Jack, then I am no two-legged you tailor's yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you creature.

vile standing-tuck ;Poins. Pray God, you have not murdered some P. Hen. Well, breathe awhile, and then to it of them.

again: and when thou hast tired thyself in base Pul. Nay, that's past praying for: for I have comparisons hear me speak but this. peppered two of them : two, I am sure, I have Poins. Mark, Jack. paid ; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee P. Hen. We two saw you four set on four; what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, you bound them, and were masters of their call me a horse. Thou knowest any old ward; wealth. - Mark now, how plain a tale ehall

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