William Shakespeare: King Henry IV Part II

ACT II.
4. SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap. (continued)

FALSTAFF.
Some sack, Francis.

PRINCE & POINS.
Anon, anon, sir.

[Coming forward.]

FALSTAFF.
Ha! a bastard son of the king's? And art thou not Poins
his brother?

PRINCE.
Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou lead!

FALSTAFF.
A better than thou: I am a gentleman; thou art a drawer.

PRINCE.
Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears.

HOSTESS.
O, the Lord preserve thy grace! by my troth, welcome to
London. Now, the Lord bless that sweet face of thine! O Jesu,
are you come from Wales?

FALSTAFF.
Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light
flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.

DOLL.
How, you fat fool! I scorn you.

POINS.
My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all
to a merriment, if you take not the heat.

PRINCE.
You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you speak of
me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman!

HOSTESS.
God's blessing of your good heart! and so she is, by my troth.

FALSTAFF.
Didst thou hear me?

PRINCE.
Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by
Gad's-hill: you knew I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose
to try my patience.

FALSTAFF.
No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing.

PRINCE.
I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse; and then I
know how to handle you.

FALSTAFF.
No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour; no abuse.

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