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FALSTAFF
A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket. [215]
DOLL
Do, an thou darest for thy heart. An thou dost, I’ll canvass thee between a
pair of sheets.
Enter Music.
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The music is come, sir.
FALSTAFF
Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! The
rogue fled from me like [220] quicksilver.
DOLL
I’ faith, and thou followedst him like a church. Thou whoreson little tidy
Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o’ days and foining o’
nights, and begin to patch thine old body for heaven? [225]
Enter [behind] Prince [Henry] and Poins [disguised].
FALSTAFF
Peace, good Doll! Do not speak like a death’s-head. Do not bid me remember
mine end.
DOLL
Sirrah, what humour ’s the prince of?
FALSTAFF
A good shallow young fellow. ’A would have made a good pantler, a would ha’
chipped bread well. [230]
DOLL
They say Poins has a good wit.
