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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