_Prince._ We two saw you four set on four and bound[2478] them, and were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on[2479] 245 you four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your prize,[2480] and have it; yea, and can show it you here in the house:[2481] and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy and still run and[2482] roared, as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to[2483] 250 hack thy sword as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight! What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now find out to hide thee from this open and apparent shame? _Poins._ Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou 255 now? _Fal._ By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made[2484] ye. Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the[2485] heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince? why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct;[2486] 260 the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a coward on instinct. I shall[2487] think the better of myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord, lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap[2485] 265 to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Gallants,[2488] lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship[2489] come to you! What, shall we be merry? shall we have a play extempore?[2490] _Prince._ Content; and the argument shall be thy 270 running away. _Fal._ Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! _Enter_ Hostess.[2491] _Host._ O Jesu, my lord the prince![2492] _Prince._ How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to me? 275 _Host._ Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the[2493] court at door would speak with you: he says he comes from your father. _Prince._ Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and send him back again to my mother. 280 _Fal._ What manner of man is he? _Host._ An old man. _Fal._ What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall I give him his answer? _Prince._ Prithee, do, Jack. 285 _Fal._ 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. [_Exit._ _Prince._ Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did[2494] you, Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you[2495] ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true prince; no, fie! 290 _Bard._ Faith, I ran when I saw others run.