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than he shall get one off his cheek, and yet he will not stick to say his face is
a face-royal. God may finish it when he will, ’tis not a hair amiss yet. He may
keep it still at a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it;
and yet he’ll be crowing as if he had writ man ever [25] since his father was a

bachelor. He may keep his own grace, but he’s almost out of mine, I can
assure him. What said Master Dommelton about the satin for my short cloak
and my slops?

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He said, sir, you should procure him better assurance [30] than Bardolph. He

would not take his bond and yours; he liked not the security.

FALSTAFF

Let him be damned, like the glutton! Pray God his tongue be hotter! A
whoreson Achitophel! A rascally yea-forsooth knave! To bear a gentleman in
hand, and [35] then stand upon security! The whoreson smooth-pates do
now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; and if

a man is through with them in honest taking up, then they must stand upon
security. I had as lief they would put ratsbane in my mouth as offer [40] to
stop it with security. I looked ’a should have sent me two-and-twenty yards of
satin, as I am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, he may sleep in

security, for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness of his wife
shines through it. And yet cannot he see, though he [45] have his own
lanthorn to light him. Where’s Bardolph?

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He’s gone in Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.

FALSTAFF
I bought him in Paul’s, and he’ll buy me a horse in Smithfield. An I could get

me but a wife in the stews, I [50] were manned, horsed, and wived.

Enter Lord Chief Justice [and Servant].

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Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the prince for striking him
about Bardolph.