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Now, Harry, whence come you?

FALSTAFF
My noble lord, from Eastcheap.

PRINCE
The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.

FALSTAFF
’Sblood, my lord, they are false! Nay, I’ll tickle [425] ye for a young prince,
i’faith.

PRINCE
Swearest thou, ungracious boy? Henceforth ne’er look on me. Thou art

violently carried away from grace. There is a devil haunts thee in the likeness
of an old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou [430]
converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting hutch of beastliness, that
swoll’n parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloakbag

of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that
reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, [435] that vanity in
years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and drink it? wherein neat and
cleanly, but to carve a capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?

wherein crafty, but in villainy? wherein villainous, but in all things? wherein
worthy, but in nothing? [440]

FALSTAFF
I would your grace would take me with you. Whom means your grace?

PRINCE
That villainous abominable misleader of youth, Falstaff, that old white-
bearded Satan.

FALSTAFF

My lord, the man I know. [445]

PRINCE

I know thou dost.