Page 704 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

FRANCIS

My lord? [65]

PRINCE
Wilt thou rob this leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, not-pated, agate-ring, puke-
stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch −

FRANCIS
O Lord, sir, who do you mean?

PRINCE
Why then, your brown bastard is your only [70] drink; for look you, Francis,

your white canvas doublet will sully. In Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so
much.

FRANCIS
What, sir?

POINS
[within]
Francis!

PRINCE
Away, you rogue! Dost thou not hear them call? [75]

Here they both call him. The Drawer stands amazed, not knowing which
way to go.

Enter Vintner.

VINTNER
What, stand’st thou still, and hear’st such a calling? Look to the guests within.
[Exit Francis.] My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are at the door.

Shall I let them in?

PRINCE
Let them alone awhile, and then open the door. [80] [Exit Vintner.] Poins!