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King Henry the Fourth, II. iv

cup of sack, rogue.—Is there no virtue extant?

He drinketh.

Prince. Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish

of butter—pitiful-hearted Titan—that melted at

the sweet tale of the sun? if thou didst, then

behold that compound.

Fal. You rogue, here's lime in this sack too:

there is nothing but roguery to be found in

villainous man: yet a coward is worse than a cup

of sack with lime in it, a villainous coward! Go

thy ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt. If man-

hood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the

face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring.

There live not three good men unhanged in

England, and one of them is fat and grows old:

God help the while! a bad world, I say. I would

I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any-

thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.

Prince. How now, wool-sack! what mutter

you?

Fal. A king's son! If I do not beat thee out

of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive

all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild

geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more.

You Prince of Wales!

Prince. Why, you whoreson round man,

what's the matter?

Fal. Are you not a coward? answer me to

that; and Poins there?

Poins. 'Zounds! ye fat paunch, an ye call

me coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.

Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned

 134 virtue: courage

135 Titan, etc.; cf. n.

145 shotten herring: a herring that has cast its roe

149 weaver; cf. n. 