The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 4 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Prince._ O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about 145
thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth,
nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all filled up with[2845]
guts and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking[2846]
thy pocket! why, thou whoreson, impudent, embossed
rascal, if there were anything in thy pocket but 150
tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor
penny-worth of sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if
thy pocket were enriched with any other injuries but
these, I am a villain: and yet you will stand to it; you will
not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed? 155
_Fal._ Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state
of innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack Falstaff[2847]
do in the days of villany? Thou seest I have more
flesh than another man; and therefore more frailty. You
confess then, you picked my pocket? 160
_Prince._ It appears so by the story.
_Fal._ Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;[2848]
love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy[2848][2849]
guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason:[2848][2850]
thou seest I am pacified still. Nay, prithee, be gone.[2848][2851] 165
[_Exit Hostess._] Now, Hal, to the news at court: for the[2852]
robbery, lad, how is that answered?
_Prince._ O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel[2853][2854]
to thee: the money is paid back again.[2853]
_Fal._ O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double 170
labour.
_Prince._ I am good friends with my father, and may
do any thing.
_Fal._ Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest,
and do it with unwashed hands too. 175
_Bard._ Do, my lord.
_Prince._ I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.
_Fal._ I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find
one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the age of[2855]
two and twenty or thereabouts! I am heinously[2856] 180
unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they offend[2857]
none but the virtuous: I laud them, I praise them.
_Prince._ Bardolph!
_Bard._ My lord?
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