_Fal._ God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heartburned.[2811] 45 _Enter_ HOSTESS.[2812] How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired yet who picked my pocket? _Host._ Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched, I 50 have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair was never lost[2813] in my house before. _Fal._ Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved, and lost many a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked.[2814] 55 Go to, you are a woman, go.[2815] _Host._ Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was[2816] never called so in mine own house before. _Fal._ Go to, I know you well enough. _Host._ No, Sir John; you do not know me, Sir John. 60 I know you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought you a dozen of shirts to your back. _Fal._ Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.[2817] 65 _Host._ Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight[2818] shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir John,[2818] for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent you, four[2819][2820] and twenty pound.[2820][2821] _Fal._ He had his part of it; let him pay. 70 _Host._ He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing. _Fal._ How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich? let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks: I'll[2822] not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker of me? shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my 75 pocket picked? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark. _Host._ O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know[2823] not how oft, that that ring was copper![2824] _Fal._ How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood,[2825] 80 an he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he would[2826] say so. _Enter the_ PRINCE _and_ PETO, _marching, and_ FALSTAFF _meets them playing on his truncheon like a fife_.[2827] How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith? must we[2828][2829] all march?[2829] _Bard._ Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.[2830] 85 _Host._ My lord, I pray you, hear me. _Prince._ What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.[2831] _Host._ Good my lord, hear me. _Fal._ Prithee, let her alone, and list to me. 90 _Prince._ What sayest thou, Jack? _Fal._ The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras, and had my pocket picked: this house is turned bawdy-house; they pick pockets.