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me, you rogue? You stand upon your honour? Why, thou unconfinable
baseness, it is as much as I can [20] do to keep the terms of my honour
precise; I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand,
and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to
lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks,
your red-lattice [25] phrases, and your bold beating oaths, under the shelter
of your honour! You will not do it, you?
PISTOL
I do relent: what would thou more of man?
[Enter Robin.]
ROBIN
Sir, here’s a woman would speak with you.
FALSTAFF
Let her approach. [30]
Enter Mistress Quickly.
QUICKLY
Give your worship good morrow.
FALSTAFF
Good morrow, goodwife.
QUICKLY
Not so, and’t please your worship.
FALSTAFF
Good maid, then.
QUICKLY
I’ll be sworn − as my mother was, the first hour I [35] was born.
FALSTAFF
