_Fal._ These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven[2461] points in my target, thus.[2462] _Prince._ Seven? why, there were but four even now. _Fal._ In buckram?[2463] 195 _Poins._ Ay, four, in buckram suits. _Fal._ Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else. _Prince._ Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon. _Fal._ Dost thou hear me, Hal? 200 _Prince._ Ay, and mark thee too, Jack. _Fal._ Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine in buckram that I told thee of-- _Prince._ So, two more already. _Fal._ Their points being broken,-- 205 _Poins._ Down fell their hose.[2464] _Fal._ Began to give me ground: but I followed me[2465] close, came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of the eleven I paid. _Prince._ O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out 210 of two! _Fal._ But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst not see thy hand. 215 _Prince._ These lies are like their father that begets[2466] them; gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson,[2467] obscene, greasy tallow-catch,--[2468] _Fal._ What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the 220 truth the truth? _Prince._ Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this? 225 _Poins._ Come, your reason, Jack, your reason. _Fal._ What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at[2469] 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[2470] 230 man a reason upon compulsion, I. _Prince._ I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horse-back-breaker,[2471] this huge hill of flesh,-- _Fal._ 'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried[2472] 235 neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for[2473] breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you[2474] sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing-tuck,-- _Prince._ Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again:[2475] and when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons, hear[2476] 240 me speak but this.[2477] _Poins._ Mark, Jack.