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The First Part of Henry the Fourth
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Falst. Prethee let her alone, and list to mee

Prince. What say'st thou, Iacke?
Falst. The other Night I fell asleepe heere behind the
Arras, and had my Pocket pickt: this House is turn'd
Bawdy-house, they picke Pockets

Prince. What didst thou lose, Iacke?
Falst. Wilt thou beleeue me, Hal? Three or foure Bonds
of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale-Ring of my Grand-fathers

Prince. A Trifle, some eight-penny matter

Host. So I told him, my Lord; and I said, I heard your
Grace say so: and (my Lord) hee speakes most vilely of
you, like a foule-mouth'd man as hee is, and said, hee
would cudgell you

Prince. What hee did not?
Host. There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman-hood
in me else

Falst. There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune;
nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for
Wooman-hood, Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife
of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go

Host. Say, what thing? what thing?
Falst. What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on

Host. I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou
shouldst know it: I am an honest mans wife: and setting
thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so

Falst. Setting thy woman-hood aside, thou art a beast
to say otherwise

Host. Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?
Fal. What beast? Why an Otter

Prin. An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter?
Fal. Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes
not where to haue her

Host. Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie
man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou

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

Host. So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other
day, You ought him a thousand pound

Prince. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
Falst. A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is
worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue

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

Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
Bar. Indeed Sir Iohn, you said so

Fal. Yea, if he said my Ring was Copper

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