ACT II.
4. Scene IV. Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's-Head Tavern.
(continued)
FRAN.
My lord?
PRINCE.
--wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal-button,
nott-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,--
FRAN.
O Lord, sir, who do you mean?
PRINCE.
Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink; for,
look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet will sully: in
Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
FRAN.
What, sir?
POINTZ.
[within.] Francis!
PRINCE.
Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?
[Here they both call him; Francis stands amazed, not knowing
which way to go.]
[Enter Vintner.]
VINT.
What, stand'st thou still, and hear'st such a calling? Look
to the guests within. [Exit Francis.]--My lord, old Sir John,
with half-a-dozen more, are at the door: shall I let them in?
PRINCE.
Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
[Exit Vintner.]
Pointz!
[Re-enter Pointz.]
POINTZ.
Anon, anon, sir.
PRINCE.
Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at the
door: shall we be merry?
POINTZ.
As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what cunning
match have you made with this jest of the drawer? Come,
what's the issue?
PRINCE.
I am now of all humours that have showed themselves humours
since the old days of goodman Adam to the pupil age of this
present twelve o'clock at midnight.--What's o'clock, Francis?
FRAN.
[Within.] Anon, anon, sir.
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