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FALSTAFF
O, thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou
hast done much harm upon me, Hal − God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should [90] speak truly,
little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it

over! By the Lord, an I do not, I am a villain! I’ll be damned for never a king’s
son in Christendom.

PRINCE
Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, Jack? [95]

FALSTAFF
Zounds, where thou wilt, lad! I’ll make one. An I do not, call me villain and

baffle me.

PRINCE

I see a good amendment of life in thee − from praying to purse-taking.

FALSTAFF
Why, Hal, ’tis my vocation, Hal. ’Tis no sin for [100] a man to labour in his
vocation.
Enter Poins.
Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. O, if men were to be

saved by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most
omnipotent villain that ever cried ‘stand!’ to a true man. [105]

PRINCE
Good morrow, Ned.

POINS
Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse? What says Sir John

Sack and Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that
thou soldest him on Good Friday last for a cup of Madeira and a [110] cold
capon’s leg?