Page 713 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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HOSTESS
Marry, my lord, there is a noble man of the court at door would speak with
you. He says he comes from your father. [275]
PRINCE
Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to
my mother.
FALSTAFF
What manner of man is he?
HOSTESS
An old man.
FALSTAFF
What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? [280] Shall I give him his
answer?
PRINCE
Prithee do, Jack.
FALSTAFF
Faith, and I’ll send him packing.
Exit.
PRINCE
Now, sirs. By’r Lady, you fought fair; so did you, Peto; so did you, Bardolph.
You are lions too, you ran [285] away upon instinct, you will not touch the
true prince; no − fie!
BARDOLPH
Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
PRINCE
Tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff’s sword so hacked? [290]
PETO
