Hostesse. Now as I am a true Woman, Holland of eight shillings an Ell: You owe Money here besides, Sir Iohn, for your Dyet, and by-Drinkings, and Money lent you, foure and twentie pounds Falst. Hee had his part of it, let him pay Hostesse. Hee? alas hee is poore, hee hath nothing Falst. How? Poore? Looke vpon his Face: What call you Rich? Let them coyne his Nose, let them coyne his Cheekes, Ile not pay a Denier. What, will you make a Younker of me? Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inne, but I shall haue my Pocket pick'd? I haue lost a Seale-Ring of my Grand-fathers, worth fortie marke Hostesse. I haue heard the Prince tell him, I know not how oft, that that Ring was Copper Falst. How? the Prince is a Iacke, a Sneake-Cuppe: and if hee were heere, I would cudgell him like a Dogge, if hee would say so. Enter the Prince marching, and Falstaffe meets him, playing on his Trunchion like a Fife. Falst. How now Lad? is the Winde in that Doore? Must we all march? Bard. Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion Hostesse. My Lord, I pray you heare me Prince. What say'st thou, Mistresse Quickly? How does thy Husband? I loue him well, hee is an honest man Hostesse. Good, my Lord, heare mee Falst. Prethee let her alone, and list to mee Prince. What say'st thou, Iacke? Falst. The other Night I fell asleepe heere behind the Arras, and had my Pocket pickt: this House is turn'd Bawdy-house, they picke Pockets Prince. What didst thou lose, Iacke? Falst. Wilt thou beleeue me, Hal? Three or foure Bonds of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale-Ring of my Grand-fathers Prince. A Trifle, some eight-penny matter Host. So I told him, my Lord; and I said, I heard your Grace say so: and (my Lord) hee speakes most vilely of you, like a foule-mouth'd man as hee is, and said, hee would cudgell you Prince. What hee did not? Host. There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman-hood in me else Falst. There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune; nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for Wooman-hood, Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go Host. Say, what thing? what thing? Falst. What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on Host. I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou shouldst know it: I am an honest mans wife: and setting thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so Falst. Setting thy woman-hood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise Host. Say, what beast, thou knaue thou? Fal. What beast? Why an Otter Prin. An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter? Fal. Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes not where to haue her Host. Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou Prince. Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee most grossely Host. So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other day, You ought him a thousand pound