ACT II.
4. Scene IV. Eastcheap. A Room in the Boar's-Head Tavern.
(continued)
FAL.
A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger
of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of
wild-geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!
PRINCE.
Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?
FAL.
Are not you a coward? answer me to that:--and Pointz there?
POINTZ.
Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the Lord, I'll
stab thee.
FAL.
I call thee coward! I'll see thee damn'd ere I call thee coward:
but I would give a thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst.
You are straight enough in the shoulders; you care not who sees your
back: call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such
backing! give me them that will face me.--Give me a cup of sack:
I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day.
PRINCE.
O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drunk'st last.
FAL.
All is one for that. A plague of all cowards! still say I.
[Drinks.]
PRINCE.
What's the matter?
FAL.
What's the matter? there be four of us here have ta'en a thousand
pound this day morning.
PRINCE.
Where is it, Jack? where is it?
FAL.
Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon poor four of us!
PRINCE.
What, a hundred, man?
FAL.
I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two
hours together. I have 'scaped by miracle. I am eight times thrust
through the doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut through
and through; my sword hack'd like a hand-saw,--ecce signum! I never
dealt better since I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all
cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or less than truth,
they are villains and the sons of darkness.
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