Page 1046 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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FALSTAFF
A better than thou. I am a gentleman, thou art a drawer. [280]
PRINCE
Very true, sir, and I come to draw you out by the ears.
HOSTESS
O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! By my troth, welcome to London. Now,
the Lord bless that sweet face of thine! O Jesu, are you come from Wales?
[285]
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. [290]
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. [295]
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
