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King Henry the Fourth, II. iv

Prince. Give him as much as will make him a

royal man, and send him back again to my mother.

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.

Fal. Faith, and I'll send him packing.

Prince. Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair;

so did you, Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are

lions too, you ran away upon instinct, you will

not touch the true prince; no, fie!

Bard. Faith, I ran when I saw others run.

Prince. Faith, tell me now in earnest, how

came Falstaff's sword so hacked?

Peto. Why he hacked it with his dagger, and

said he would swear truth out of England but

he would make you believe it was done in fight,

and persuaded us to do the like.

Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with

spear-grass to make them bleed, and then to be-

slubber our garments with it and swear it

was the blood of true men. I did that I did not

this seven year before; I blushed to hear his

monstrous devices.

Prince. O villain! thou stolest a cup of sack

eighteen years ago, and wert taken with the

manner, and ever since thou hast blushed ex-

tempore. Thou hadst fire and sword on thy side,

and yet thou rannest away. What instinct

hadst thou for it.

Bard. [Pointing to his own face.] My lord, do

 325 royal; cf. n.

350 taken manner: taken in the act

355-362 Cf. n.

