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FALSTAFF

My own knee? When I was about thy years, [315] Hal, I was not an eagle’s
talent in the waist; I could have crept into any alderman’s thumb-ring. A
plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. There’s

villainous news abroad. Here was Sir John Bracy from your father. You must
to the court in the morning. That [320] same mad fellow of the north, Percy,
and he of Wales that gave Amamon the bastinado, and made Lucifer cuckold,
and swore the devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh hook − what
a plague call you him?

POINS

Owen Glendower. [325]

FALSTAFF

Owen, Owen − the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer, and old
Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs a-
horseback up a hill perpendicular −

PRINCE
He that rides at high speed and with his pistol [330] kills a sparrow flying.

FALSTAFF

You have hit it.

PRINCE

So did he never the sparrow.

FALSTAFF
Well, that rascal hath good metal in him; he will not run. [335]

PRINCE
Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so for running!

FALSTAFF
A-horseback, ye cuckoo! but afoot he will not budge a foot.

PRINCE