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doublet,  four  through  the  hose;  my  buckler  cut  through  and  through;  my
          sword hacked like a handsaw − ecce signum! I never dealt better since I was
          a man. All would not do. A plague of all cowards! Let them speak. If they
          speak  [160]  more  or  less  than  truth,  they  are  villains  and  the  sons  of

          darkness.



              PRINCE
          Speak, sirs. How was it?



              GADSHILL
          We four set upon some dozen −



              FALSTAFF
          Sixteen at least, my lord. [165]



              GADSHILL
          And bound them.



              PETO
          No, no, they were not bound.



              FALSTAFF
          You rogue, they were bound, every man of them, or I am a Jew else − an

          Ebrew Jew.



              GADSHILL
          As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh [170] men set upon us −



              FALSTAFF
          And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.



              PRINCE
          What, fought you with them all?



              FALSTAFF
          All? I know not what you call all, but if I fought [175] not with fifty of them, I
          am a bunch of radish! If there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old
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