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in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on the top on’t, Coleville
kissing my foot. To the which if I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt
twopences to me, and I in the clear sky of fame o’ershine you as much as
[50] the full moon doth the cinders of the element, which show like pins’

heads to her, believe not the word of the noble. Therefore let me have right,
and let desert mount.

LANCASTER
Thine’s too heavy to mount.

FALSTAFF
Let it shine, then. [55]

LANCASTER
Thine’s too thick to shine.

FALSTAFF
Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it what you

will.

LANCASTER
Is thy name Coleville?

COLEVILLE
It is, my lord. [60]

LANCASTER
A famous rebel art thou, Coleville.

FALSTAFF
And a famous true subject took him.

COLEVILLE
I am, my lord, but as my betters are
That led me hither. Had they been ruled by me,

You should have won them dearer than you have. [65]