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thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch −

FALSTAFF
What, art thou mad? art thou mad? Is not the truth the truth?

PRINCE
Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal [220] green when it was so
dark thou couldst not see thy hand? Come, tell us your reason. What sayest
thou to this?

POINS
Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.

FALSTAFF
What, upon compulsion? Zounds, an I were at [225] the strappado or all the
racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
compulsion? If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man
a reason upon compulsion, I.

PRINCE

I’ll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine [230] coward, this bed-
presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh −

FALSTAFF
’Sblood, you starveling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s
pizzle, you stockfish − O for breath to utter what is like thee! − you tailor’s
yard, you [235] sheath, you bowcase, you vile standing tuck!

PRINCE
Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again; and when thou hast tired thyself in

base comparisons, hear me speak but this.

POINS
Mark, Jack. [240]

PRINCE
We two saw you four set on four, and bound them and were masters of their